So we had quite the little adventure last week with my little man, it was definitely life changing. Last Monday was like any other Monday around here doing laundry and cleaning house trying to recover from the weekend. Carter loves to help do laundry, it is actually kind of cute he has a little step stool by the washer and he loves to help put the clothes in. Well I went down to do laundry and he was right behind me, but I got down stairs and he wasn't with me. So I thought nothing of it because we had just set up his Thomas the Train set, and I thought he was playing with it. Well I did my thing of changing laundry and headed back up stairs well I got to the top of the stairs and noticed the door to the garage was open, and there stands Carter coughing and choking with a bottle of concentrated pesticide in his little hands. I freaked out to say it lightly, I immediately grabbed my phone to call poison control, which by the way is on speed dial because this is not the first time I have had to call them. I was telling them what he had gotten into and the lady told me to hold for a little bit because she has never had a situation like this and she needed to get her supervisor. So while waiting on hold Carter was still coughing and spitting and then he had a seizure in my arms. After his little body went limp, I lost my mind, all I could say was I love you Carter I'm so sorry, I love you Carter, wake up. All I could think about in that minute, was how just a couple minutes before this all happened, I was mad at him and yelled at him for dumping his cup of milk out on the carpet, so stupid I am so ashamed. So he eventually started crying and then I picked the phone back up and poison control was on the line wondering what was going on, they told me to get him to the hospital. So we fortunately live close to the Riverton Hospital and I got there in 5 minutes. We walked in and they were waiting for us, poison control called them to let them know we were coming. They immediately took us into the hazmat shower room and stripped him down and scrubbed him clean and then the testing began. A little while later they broke the news to us that he needed to be transferred to Primary Children's hospital via ambulance. We arrived at Primarys and were greeted by their Trauma Dr.'s and Toxicologist who was supposed to going home but waited for us to get there. And they ran more tests and told us he needed to be in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit where he would be watched non stop and where there are Dr.'s around the clock. The toxins that are in the pesticide can take a while to react, he could be fine one minute and in serious distress the next. Heavenly Father was watching over us, because he never had any other problems.
Donny and I definitely have a lot to be grateful for right now. And we definitely seen first hand how fragile life really is. I know I will never be the same after spending time in the PICU, seeing lifeless children fighting for their lives with tubes covering their bodies. And babies in little beds and all you could see were their tiny little feet and toes. I am so blessed to have two healthy and wild little kids.
It's funny how the daily frustrations of having two small kids can be overwhelming. But in the hospital while wondering and worrying about my little man. All I wanted was to be home,telling him to get off the kitchen chairs and listening to his little fits of rage while fighting with his sister. I just wanted to be back home where we left off, playing with Thomas the Train, watching his little hands move the trains and listening to his little choo choo noises that he makes.
She is growing up so fast, I can't believe it. 
