When my boys were very little I had 4 under 5. I was grateful they were healthy. I was also very tired and many days only grateful for sleep. The year my oldest was 5, my twins were 3 and my littlest was 1. I was particularly exhausted. Many days were really about survival. One particular morning I had locked myself in the bathroom to splash my face and brush my teeth.
Like any other day Justin (who was three) knocked at the door,
Let me state here my twins were speech delayed - they loved cooing to each other but had trouble with everyday words. I breathed deeply and probably was a bit cross,
”I’ll be out in a minute!”.......
Was a minute too much to ask???.........
He was getting cross with ME!
“Just a minute – please!!!".
Justin wouldn't take no that day, “MAMA!!! POISON!!!”......
My heart sank - I knew immediately something was terribly wrong.
I flung open the door and Justin raced ahead to our dining room where Devin (who was one at the time) sat in the corner eating out of a bottle of Ibuprofen. As I grabbed him and pulled what I could out of his mouth I could feel my entire body shaking. I must have gone on automatic pilot as I rinsed out my baby's mouth and dialed poison control.
My prayers were answered that day by the lovely lady on the other end. I knew the bottle was almost empty. I had pulled 5 or 6 out of his mouth. He would have to have eaten over 25 to require a trip to the emergency room. Did I mention this was a few days before Christmas that year?
The nurse on the other end said, “Merry Christmas Mom - he'll be ok.". Other than a bad diaper or two he was fine - I however - was a mess.
I will forever be grateful for a three year old Justin, who barely spoke, but on that day knew the word "poison" and knew he had something important to say. I remind him now and again that he saved his brother from getting very sick. Of course these days they fight constantly and he might like to forget!
What are you grateful for?
You can learn more about Patty Gasparino on her blog, My Life Under The Bus