My little twirp got into a place where she wasn’t supposed to — Bella’s chapstick drawer. There are usually minimal consequences…Bella gets mad when all of her chapstick is eaten. This time, things went a little differently. Bella, a teeth grinder while she sleeps, was having a rough night. She got out an Ambien and bit off about 1/4 of it. So the next day, as Sushi was being naughty in Bella’s drawers, she got a hold of the rest of that Ambien. Well, before we knew what happened, she was in Nonnie’s room with her mouth opened saying, “yucky”. I guess it is mother’s intuition, because I immediately knew she had eaten a pill. I called Tristen to ask her what loose pill she had out, and she told me about 8 mg of an Ambien. I immediately called Poison control. They urged me to go straight to the hospital. In the meantime, Navy was walking around like a drunken sailor. She was hitting things left and right, and couldn’t even stand still without falling down. I then called Carruthy, the best doctor on the planet. He told me that it would take a few hours to run its course, but that she would be fine….and there was no hospital necessary. So after we knew all was well, we got the show of our lives. This girl was hilarious. But during her bath, she said, “Mama, I tired. I want to go night night.” I kind of thought it was going to be a night off, and because the doctor said it was fine for her to sleep, I was looking forward to a little one on one time with Scout. But if there is one thing I have learned over the past two years with Icka, it is that nothing usually goes as planned with her. So instead of the Ambien putting her out like a light, it wired her so unbelievably much, I could have died. From 5:30 until 11:00, I was at every whim of a bossy little two year old. She wanted her DayDay, she wanted snacks, she wanted to go into Nonnie’s room, she wanted to go downstairs, she wanted to read a book, she wanted to watch Namo, she wanted to eat some gum, etc.etc.etc. And that was all within a one minute span. My mom was rolling at the little terror go. I kept telling Tristen she was in charge because she caused this mess, but she informed me that the little girl who had not followed the rules had been the real cause. It wasn’t until 11:15, and after multiple attempts to get her in one of many beds, that I finally took her by the hand to my bed. There was no moon out and it was pitch black. I laid her next to me, and didn’t say a word. On the flip side, she was saying plenty…..”Mom…it’s late”, “it’s dark”, “I can’t see anything”, “Mama…say what”, “Mama, mama, mama”. After about twenty minutes of trying to get my attention without response, I heard little snores. Apparently, the Ambien had finally kicked in.
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