Ex_mo - I believe that small humans are put on this earth to remind us how truly dangerous and random it is that we all haven't fallen into a pit of razors and died. Also, yeah. The vision thing is amazing to them and they can spot tiny bits of potential food. I once had a mom watching me serve lunch to a group of 9-12 month old children while simultaneously trying to keep all the food off the floor because their mobile younger peers were like bloodhounds waiting for any scrap of food to fall.
I had to go back and find this wise post to remind myself that this, too, shall pass. This kid of mine seems determined to test fate.
Friday was a kind of weird day; we did a massive Lowes/grocery run that ran into little_mo's nap time, meaning instead of napping noon-2:00ish he napped 2:00-4:00. He had been up about a half an hour, and had been eating pretty much nonstop (he wakes up hungry, just like his mama) when I realized I didn't hear/see him. Silence from a toddler is scary. I went looking for him, and found him coming out of the garage, which is attached to our family room. Usually that door is closed, but for some reason it wasn't this time. He had something in his mouth, but when he saw me, he took it out and handed it to me. Like a gift. Like, "here, ma, I bet you want to taste this too!" What he had was a small washer, maybe about 1/2" in diameter. Of course, I freaked out. Had he swallowed another one? What kind of poison was this small piece of metal soaked in? I asked the Mr to identify this piece, and he identified it as a brake part, from when he had redone the calipers more than 6 months ago. There would be another one, he said, on the shelf in the garage, supposedly out of little_mo's reach. I found the other one, and breathed a little easier. Meantime, little_mo looked on curiously, wondering what was going on. Then, it happened. He let out a wail and then projectile vomited. My first instinct was to pick him up, which in retrospect was a mistake. Vomit down my shirt, both the back and the front, in my hair, and even a little in my mouth.
Now I was seriously concerned. I asked Mr, "What would those washers be coated in?" "Oh," says he, "brake fluid." Oh good. Ethyl Glycol (aka antifreeze aka poison). I call poison control, still covered in vomit, still with a wailing little_mo attached to me, while trying to gather up our stuff for what I imagine will be an imminent ER visit. Husband is, of course, in the middle of doing something complicated involving a tree and a ladder and a chainsaw.
Something I guess I didn't know about Poison Control is that even though you call the 800 number on their website, you get routed to the state's office from which your phone number originates. Even though I do not live in the Deep South anymore (haven't since grad school), my phone number says I do, so I get connected with a sweet little lady with Very Southern Accent named, and I am not kidding, Velma. I tell her what happened and she calms me down. Says that what probably happened is that little_mo got a "taste" (that's the word she used) of something nasty and it is not enough to cause toxicity, but that it has irritated his mouth/stomach, hence the vomiting. She tells us to take a watch-and-wait approach. Let him puke, then wait 30 minutes and offer juice or Pedalyte. See if it stays in. If it does, great. If it doesn't, wait another 30 minutes and repeat. If it again comes back out, bringing the vomit tally to more than 4, take him to the ER. If his tongue/mouth swells or if he has trouble breathing, take him to the ER.
I hang up, calm down a little, and decide that we both need a bath. At this point, little_mo is quiet and seems tired and obviously like he doesn't feel great, but is otherwise alert and OK. We take a warm bath, and then we give him some apple juice. Normally, he only gets watered down juice, but we decide to go full strength. Man, it was like giving him cocaine. He immediately bounced back and was running around and laughing and playing. Phew. Then, he puked again. All apple juice. This time, all over his father. Back in the tub. Then, we tried pedaylte. Same basic process - he drank the sugar water, ran around, and then threw up - this time I caught him in time and just held him over the kitchen sink. 30 minutes later, more juice. I also gave him 1/2 of a Tums tablet. This time, it all stayed in.
He was awake until almost 10 PM, when he finally slept. Mr and I each had a whisky. The door into the garage now has a slide lock on it that will remain until little_mo has graduated from college.