Last Saturday

Last Saturday was one of those days, or I guess I should say nights.  I was eating an ice cream cone and holding Lucia at the same time.  I thought it would be fun to let her have her first taste of ice cream and she was begging for it with her baby body language.  What could it hurt, right?

It ends up that she had a pretty quick allergic reaction-eyes red, swollen, and itchy.  She got hives all over her torso and back.  I started to worry about her breathing and ran and got the Benedryl. We gave her a dose and then Martin gave her a blessing.  While we worried over Lucia, Ezra found himself with the opportunity to get into some unsupervised mischief.  In the bathroom, I found Ezra and a mostly empty bottle of Benedryl.  We asked him if he had drunk  the medicine, and like any good one-year old would, he said yes. Chances are he dumped it down the sink, but we didn't want to take any chances.

A taste of ice cream turned into an evening in the hospital for Papa and Ezra.  The gave him a charcoal drink to absorb his stomach contents and kept him under observation for several hours.  The doctor said he doubted that any child would be able to tolerate drinking that much medicine and then he saw Ezra down the charcoal like it was nothing.  He said he had never seen anything like it.

Everything ended up being okay and Ezra talks about this hospital time fondly. What's better than one-on-one time with your dad, a cab ride, Jell-o (his first experience with it), and as much t.v. as you want?