Why Poison Control Should Be On Speed Dial

I called Poison Control on Thursday morning. I think a call there is a given if you have small children, but this is not the first or even the third time I've called them:

Sydney had reflux when she was little and I had to give her Xantac and Reglan. One time I gave her her Reglan and then realized I wasn't sure when I had given her the earlier dose. No harm done.

After I had Ali, Sydney got into a bottle of stool softener and ate some of the pills. Again, no harm done.

Awhile back one of the girls got into the "childproof " gummy vitamins and ate what was left--about 10 or so. Nope, no harm done there, either.

But yesterday as I was teaching in the kitchen, Jaxon started screaming. It was the scream that every Mom (or Dad) dreads. It was a really high pitched scream, a mixture of fear and pain. I hurried into the living room to find my Air Wick taken apart and laying on the floor with Jaxon nearby, his mouth covered in red oil.

I scooped him up and washed his face off, but he wouldn't quit crying. I had to put him down so that I could call Poison Control (that didn't go over well). The lady I spoke with was really sweet and reassuring. It's a strong irritant, so he wasn't likely to have ingested a lot. It just has a hot, peppery taste and burned his little mouth. I was instructed to give him something to drink to help dilute it and warned that he might have an upset stomach.

I took some pictures of him after he had nursed. The redness is hard to see on here.

It had already faded quite a bit by the time the pictures were taken.

True to form, he was still as happy as could be.

Bless his little heart!