Only a slight scare in D.C. last night. And by slight I mean we were on the phone with poison control.
For the past few weeks Ford’s nose has been a faucet, and since Christmas Eve it sounds like he has gravel in his chest. Instead of taking him to our regular baby doc when we were home, we of course waited until we were two states away so that we could take him to a Korean urgent care at 7p.
One cold stethoscope and an H1N1 shot for Dad later, we were en route to CVS to grab Ford his first scripts. Of the two meds, the main one was essentially a liquid version of a baby Z-Pack, which we lovingly paid an extra $3 for to get it flavored like strawberries. Not sure why we felt this was important, as Ford has no issue with putting things like dirt, animal hair or even rotten strawberries in his mouth.
When we get home we syringe out the 5mL it calls for, and Ford sucks it down like it’s the first meal he’s had in a week. No sooner did the last mL go down did Page’s Dad offer, “Are you sure you didn’t give him too much?” Page and I look at each other, then at the bottle of liquid…only to find out that he says we were supposed to add 9mL of water to it before serving to someone who weighs less than 30 pounds. We had given him 5mL of the undiluted solution. Awesome.
We call 911, the urgent care, CVS and a heart surgeon in the family. I would have called House if I had his number. We are quickly told by poison control that the dose isn’t fatal, but whether or not we need to flood him with water is still up in the air. They also ask us if the meds were in liquid form or powder. Liquid we say. You’re a couple of morons, they reply. Turns out CVS pre-added the water. Without water, it’s powder. CVS confirms as such, even to the point of also calling us morons. Crisis over.
Throughout the whole thing Ford was bouncing on his Grandpa D’s lap like nothing was wrong…all the while continuing to give his parents far too much credit than they deserve.
