Lemonade

Sometimes the Lord does help us make lemonade from the endless supply of lemons. Yes--we are those people who always seem to have one drama following the other. I don't know why. The poor woman who was waiting on us today to pick-up a tricycle we bought weeks ago, just had to laugh as I told her we were sitting at the hospital with our 1 year old son who had just eaten his grandmother's blood pressure pill. I told her that we would write a book about the drama, but no one would believe it. We had to cancel our last meeting with her, because our van broke down on the way to Auckland. Hopefully we will be able to pick-up the tricycle tomorrow.

More importantly, after 8 hours of observation Bubba is fine. He did eat the pill and he did experience a drop in blood pressure, but it was not significant and was coming up by the time they released us. They said because the pill was extended release and because he is a big boy, he did not have that immediate overdose experience. Had the pill been a non-extended release version things would have been much more serious. Praise God for small miracles!

So, Mom delayed her departure by 24 hours. Bless her heart. She couldn't leave without knowing that he was going to be alright. I don't blame her. It was so nice to know she was here with Cupcake and Nanna. Poppa took Auntie Liz to the airport. It was a long day for everyone. But the grandmothers really enjoyed their time with Cupcake. She is a sweetie when she wants to be. And DH and I just celebrated the life of our son all day long. I am so grateful that he is alive tonight and sleeping soundly.

Thank you for the prayers! I'm sure when the dust settles on Sunday I will be quite lonely in my quiet house.

Is it over yet? Emergency Prayers...

This morning it seems we have begun the final descent into hell. DH was supposed to be watching the kids, along with both of their grandmothers, their grandfather and Auntie Liz. It seemed simple enough. For three weeks I have listened to my mother talk about the dangers of kids getting into old people's meds. So, after a breakfast, Mom comes back into the dining room to say that her door was open, her pills were out and her blood pressure pill was missing. Yay!

Then DH says, "oh, that may have been what Bubba was eating a while ago." So, while the adults sat around and talked about the stupidity of the whole thing, I screamed "if you think he ate a pill--he we need to be calling an ambulance!" Jesus Christ! Pardon, my French, do you ever feel like the only sane person in the room?

I was still not dressed, so Granny and DH took Bubba off to the med center. Just got a call that the ambulance is taking him to the hospital for observation. I have to get dressed and go deal with my in-laws.

I am so ready for this holiday to be over with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!