So today was insane. Carver was in RARE form so here it goes.
Carver is an early riser – like way early – usually up by 5 am. We’ve let him come in our bed, sometimes he goes and gets a snack, sometimes he watches the TV in our room, sometimes he crawls in Gannon’s crib. I’ve woken up to crumbs in my bed but nothing more than that – he’s usually pretty good and we DON’T want to get up that early.
This morning he burst into our room as soon as our alarm went off and exclaimed “I CLEANED GANNON’s room mom! Mom come look!” Well Gannon’s room is the hallway. We store a few things in the hallway, it’s typically kind of messy – a catch all area.
We walked out and yes, the hallway was clean. By that I mean, there wasn’t any clutter because Carver had thrown everything in the hallway over the railing and down the stairs.
So he spent quite some time hauling everything back upstairs. I appreciate the thought, I don’t think he was “trying” to be naughty but..yeah that’s not cleaning (although it seems that’s how his dad cleans 😉 )
I should have taken that as a warning to NOT TRUST CARVER when I assume he is sleeping. It may have prevented incident #2 of the day…
I nap with the boys. Gannon is ready for a nap around 11 am and honestly, today, so was I. Carver usually naps with us. He laid on the couch and I did too – we usually sleep upstairs too but carver wanted to watch Frozen 2 which we have to watch on the downstairs TV.
We all laid down and Gannon and I and (I assumed) Carver fell asleep. I woke up after the movie, Carver asked if he could still watch TV on the couch and I put on a new show for him and now I know he fell asleep at my feet. I woke up later, Carver was still sleeping, Gannon was still sleeping. I snuck out into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
There was a big orange spill on the counter. I thought that was weird. I went to wipe it up and try to figure out what it was. It smelled like Children’s ibuprofen. Weird.
I had given Gannon Tylenol/ibuprofen this morning because he his teething and miserable. The Tylenol was still in the counter, but the orange ibuprofen was gone. Weird.
Then I got thinking – did Carver get into the medicine? I go and wake him up and demand to know if he has seen the bottle. He said no and fell back asleep. Whew! Okay. But WHERE IS IT?
I frantically searched around the house some more when I couldn’t find it I really woke Carver up. Like REALLY made him wake up when he showed me where he had taken the bottle…the toy room closet. Another big orange puddle on the floor, it was almost EMPTY.
I’m not exactly sure how much was in it, but I would estimate 3/4s full when I gave Gannon ibuprofen that morning. There was probably still 1/4th left with a big puddle on the counter and a big puddle on the floor. So that was still 1/2 the bottle to account for.
Carver had drank it. Panic mode? Not for this ER nurse. We got a lot of “kids getting into medicine” in the ER – usually it isn’t a huge deal so I called poison control. They were so helpful and agreed – just keep an eye on him – make sure he doesn’t get too sleepy or he will have to go in. If he finished the bottle it could have been worse.
Then carver INSISTED on going back to sleep and telling me how tired he was. Eek. That made me nervous. He was yawning and he’s typically a no napper to begin with. So we went on a bike ride to stay awake and he’s been just fine ever since. I think it’s safe to say we are out of the woods. Lesson LEARNED. He says he needed medicine because he sneezed 🤦♀️🤦♀️
Shame me if you want, but don’t pretend like it couldn’t happen to you. Anyone keep pills in their purse? Anyone also keep candy in their purse? What if your grandkids or kids can’t tell the difference? I’m sharing my story to make sure you double check. We thought medicine was safe on the counter with the lid on. I thought I could trust carver.
And for the grand finale, Craig and I were playing at my moms outside – teasing each other, playing keep away when Carver ran right up to me and bit the fleshy part of my upper thigh – hard enough to immediately bruise and draw blood. I think he got too excited and wanted attention and wanted to play/tease too but OWWW!!
Anyway, so that was my day! Carver always keeps us on our toes! We’ve had lots of long talks today. It’s hard being a mom some days! As we were laying in bed about to go to sleep Carver looks up and asks “Mommy, do you still love me?” My heart BROKE. Yes of course Carver, there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less.
None of what he did was malicious, he really thought he was helping clean, he really thought he needed medicine, and he just got too excited when we were playing. He’s just all the way 3 years old.