That did not happen this year.
Can you guess where this picture was taken?
Instead, while we were speed-cleaning bathrooms to make ready for Christmas guests, Jim decided to make himself scarce. It only took about five minutes of peace and quiet for us to get suspicious and go looking for him. Turns out he was sitting in the computer room with an open bottle of Tylenol and pills scattered around him. That picture above? Yeah, emergency room.
He's not actually doped up; it's just past his bedtime.
We got there pretty rapidly despite my stress contractions and almost hitting a deer. Honestly, it's almost too bad there were no incidents on the way. A car accident and early baby in addition to Jim's possible poisoning would've made this Christmas Eve extra-memorable. But alas, it was not to be. We got there safe and sound, with Jim falling asleep just before we pulled into the parking lot. I guess the excitement of all the Christmas lights on the way was just too much for him.
A very sad and cuddly toddler after getting his hospital gown and IV.
Naturally Jim slept all the way through triage and getting his vitals taken only to be rudely awakened by the IV insertion. Can you imagine how terrible it would be to be woken from a sound sleep by having a giant needle stabbed into your arm by a group of complete strangers in an unfamiliar sterile white room? Poor kid. He kept yelling, "Owwy! Help please!"
It was probably the most tragic thing I've ever seen, no lie.
On the upside, he looked really, really cute in his teeny hospital gown.
To make a long story short, we wound up staying there from about 6 until 10 because they had to take two blood samples four hours apart. Jim adjusted admirably to the situation and quickly became interested in touching all of the delicate instruments, and he even handled the rest of the blood draws bravely ("Oooh! See, mama, red!"). In the end it turned out that he had probably ingested no more than one of the pills, so we were free to go home without any stomach pumping or antidotes or what-have-you. It's not what we'd planned for our Christmas Eve, but it does make for a pretty good story, yeah?
1 comment:
I thank God for keeping our Jimbo safe! He DOES look cute - but I hope we never have to see that again!
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