A week NOT worth repeating! So glad its almost over!

Well, this week has been a nightmare.....

Sunday evening, Callie climbed into an upper kitchen cabinet, took down the medicine box, grabbed the bottle of pretty pink Benadryl, snuck to her room, opened the child proof cap AND DRANK IT ALL! She had to have done this while I was in the restroom. That's the only time I can think of that she wasn't in my sight. Unfortunately, I didn't know she had done this until about an hour later, perhaps longer. How many people actually look at the clock when they go to the restroom? We were sitting at the table eating our dinner, the boys were absolutely full of smart words and my attention was focused on their smart mouths more than the girls. I did notice that Callie kept just staring at me with a pouty face and I even told her once to eat, I wasn't fussing at her. But she never even touched her food. By this time it was close to 8 o'clock. We all got down from the table, Andy got in the tub. Callie got out of her chair and immediately stumbled. I still didn't think much about it, she is not very graceful, we have plenty of falls during the day. Plus, she was acting cranky and sleepy and she hadn't had her nap that day. So I shewed her off to get her P.J.'s on. She fell again in the hallway walking there. I grabbed towels out of the dryer and placed them on my bed and as I walked out of my room to give Andy a towel, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a white cap on her bed. I turned around and went into her room. The top of the cap says "Child Proof Safety Cap" in red letters. I flip it over and smell it and it clicks in my head. I frantically look for the bottle, finding nothing. I call Tiffany and she googles the poison control number while I am still searching for the bottle. I call immediately the poison control center and the guy tells me nothing other than "Don't panic. This is nothing too serious. Don't run red lights or stop signs, but take her to the E.R. for an evaluation. You will probably spend a couple hours and then come home." I took him by his word. Quickly threw the kids in the van, P.J.s and all just as they were. By the time I was half way to the hospital, I noticed she was saying stuff funny, not talking clearly or loud and not making sense. Then she started swatting at nothing. She was hallucinating. We get in the hospital in Newnan, and they were waiting on us. We went straight back, she got hooked up to an I.V. "just in case" they tell us. and she becomes frantic and mad. The hallucinations worsen, her eyes become badly dilated. To our surprise, they told us we were being transferred by ambulance to Egleston in Atlanta. This was totally not what I was expecting. What happened to the two hours and going home? So, around 11:45pm we leave Newnan in the rainbow truck. Me in the front, her strapped in the back with two EMT's. They try to calm her down, now she has newborn like startle reflexes. Every little sound or bump makes her arms and legs fly out and she constantly acted like she felt she was falling. Of course, she couldn't communicate clearly to us, but that was what it seemed like. They gave her two different doses of a sedative. No relief. By the time we got to Egleston, she was still very upset, flailing her arms and legs. We get put in an ER room and they give her another dose of sedative to calm her down. This time she gets uncontrollable. She was having severe involuntary body movements, arm and leg spasms, screaming, crying, mad at the I.V.'s and different monitoring cords. It took all my strength to keep her in my lap in that bed. Same for Dad. This went on FOREVER! Finally the Dr. comes in and says they are transferring us up to ICU! At this time, I get a little concerned. ICU? Really? But they wanted her there for monitoring. Her heart rate and blood pressure was staying elevated due to the thrashing, movements and screaming. Finally we arrive in ICU around 3:30am. We get hooked back up, still having the same amount of screaming, thrashing, but to top it all off I am interviewed by every resident and attending Dr in the PICU. I know I had to have told my story ATLEAST 8 times, one after the other. I was shaking so many hands and people coming and asking questions about this and that. This whole time I am holding her thrashing and screaming in my arms. It was quite overwhelming and annoying at the same time. She finally PASSED OUT around 4:30am. When they raised her eyelids to check how her eyes reacted to light, they didn't flinch a mm. It was like she was dead, minus her chest rising and falling with every breath. We got probably an hour sleep by the time everyone left us alone, and it wasn't solid sleep, more just an hour of peace before the next Resident Dr. came and shined the light in her eyes and woke her up. Yes, I was thrilled about that. She woke up mad to the world. Yanking on the IV and screaming, yanking on the cords monitoring her heart rate, and of course screaming when she hurt herself, screamed with every cycle of the blood pressure cuff. Of course they couldn't get a good reading with her screaming so they waited for her to calm down slightly before they tortured her again. Around 9am, they came back wanting to give her another dose of the sedative. I refused. I explained my reasoning that I believed it exaggerated if not caused the severe involuntary body movements and thrashing. All the Dr's disagreed with me, stating it was the benadryl. I was still skeptical and believed I was right. Well, at 10am, Me and Dad were what we thought at the time, was tired. So I consented to a HALF DOSE! It went down hill from there. By the end of it all, we had the iv's and cords unhooked and were on the floor with blankets and pillows. Her movements were so uncontrollable, it was not safe to stay in the hospital bed. Callie didn't realize she was impaired and would get up and try to run, however she couldn't run, she couldn't even stand on her own. She would try to get away from us. She was a constant moving object. If you were holding her, she was climbing up your body onto your head, around your back. If you held her hands she jumped all around, if you let go for a second she tried to get away. The only brief seconds of breaks we got were while she was sipping from a two handled sippy cup. She wasn't speaking clearly. She spoke with what sounded like a swollen tongue. Her speech was slurred like a drunks. She finally wore herself out around 4pm and passed out again after I forced her to stay in my arms to rock. She slept till 10:00pm when they forced her to wake up to evaluate if they wanted to send her home. She woke up a little better and happy. But they decided, it didn't matter, it was too late in the evening, so they moved us to a step down floor. When we arrived, after the nurses being told of her treatments, not being monitored since 10am due to thrashing. They decide they would torture her anyway and hook her up to all the monitoring devices. She is NOT a happy camper. Screaming thrashing and pulling all over again. I demand to see the Dr and she agrees to take them all off. Of course, by this time the traumatic damage was done and Callie was wide awake. I could not get her settled back down till 2am. They promised me at 2am that we would leave first thing in the morning. She woke up at 6am in a much better mood. Drinking and eating lots. Speech was fairly good. She still had the "happy drunk" personality. And her eyes were still dilated but she wasn't angry for the most part. She rode around the hallways in a little tikes car for a little bit. She was determined to get down and play. They took their sweet time and we didn't get to leave until about 11am..... This was the short summary version of course. I don't think there is anyway to document everything that this little one went through. I was so thankful we finally got to come home for her comfort and mine. It was a rude awakening this experience and I thank God she grabbed the Benadryl and not the bottle of Tylenol. I was told that if she had ingested the same amount of Tylenol that she had of Benadryl, we would be on the liver transplant list as we speak. I was so certain my meds were put up safely. Her Dr. in Newnan even said that she will be moving her medicine because it was in the exact place as mine. I am so thankful for my Dad that stuck it out with me, for Mom that took good care of the kiddos, for Brenda for giving us a break, for Jennifer for loaning us a five point car seat (you can't put a thrashing kid in a booster seat, they won't stay) and I am also so very thankful for all of the support I felt from my friends and family from both churches, Bethlehem and Sargent. Even though Chris wasn't here with me to be my support, I felt it through all of you and I definitely wasn't alone. Thank you.

That was the very beginning of my week! Not dull to say the least. Jacob also had been suffering from an on going eye infection or what we thought was an eye infection. The same time that Callie was in the hospital. His eye worsened and actually formed a cyst on the lower eyelid. Brenda was able to take him to the Dr on wednesday. Its just a clogged tear duct and he has an appointment with an opthamologist set for next wednesday. If this cyst doesn't go down on its own, it could require surgery to remove it and reconstruct his tear duct. It is looking slightly better. Not by much though.

This week has been a busy and stressful one, and I said goodbye to my daycare kids as well. It was also very sad for me. I have become attached to those little boys :( But my kids need my undivided attention right now. I am glad I am financially at a spot that I can afford to just let go and say my saddened good byes.

I also found out this week, I won't be joining my husband in Augusta. So, we will be here till September. It has its pros and cons, but I was striving to please him. Now, he will be utterly disappointed. Mainly, we can't get approved because of our old debt two+ years ago. We are current will all our present bills and Mortgage. But I also learned that the Army will only pay for us to move once in a year, he has to wait and "ask" for us to be there, even though we are on the orders, and the waiting list for on post housing is 6 months to a year. SO, even if he did get us approved the earliest we would get a house would be when he was leaving. We will be staying until further orders.

Friday, Callie had her followup Dr.'s appointment and everything looks great. It took till thursday for her to get back to her normal self. But as of friday she was thriving. We will schedule blood tests in two months to check her kidneys and make sure they haven't suffered any permanent damage. The Dr. said its too soon to test now.

Also yesterday, (this is the point where I just start laughing hysterically like a lunatic, going over the deep end) I can't find a battery for my cordless phone, my van needs a head light, we get that fixed and on the way from home, my dash on the van goes psycho. No speedometer, odometer, gas levels, nothing. Weird lights come on and those don't work. I had to drive home with it showing me doing 120mph. Do you realize how hard it is to tell yourself you aren't really going that fast its ok to speed up. It was all I could do to not slam on the breaks all the way home! lol I am sure I was doing maybe 35mph, but of course I couldn't tell but I did have a parade of cars behind me! So, it looks like I may need a new computer for the van. Oh, and the Taurus had a flat! HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

This week in a summary:
Callie OD's on Benadryl
Jacob has Cyst
I say goodbye to my daycare babies :(
Moving falls through
Taurus has a flat
Headlight goes out in Van
Computer Dies in Van

I am so ready for next week. It has to be better........***PLEASE BE BETTER***