A few weeks ago we had some out of town visitors. They stayed one night and we were planning to take them to South Beach the next night so they could have their own “parent’s without kid’s night”. After breakfast, we all went our own ways in the house. Cleaning, playing, showering, and packing. At one point Jade had found our guest’s make-up bag and started putting on some blush, then she put on her lip gloss and jewelry. We all thought “oh how cute”. I went ahead to my room to get dressed so we could go to South Beach.
About 10 minutes later our guest comes running in, saying that Jade had taken her medicine. At that moment I am not sure what I was thinking because I slowly walked into the guest room where I found my husband sitting beside Jade as she was throwing up. Hmm.. I am thinking. What do I do? I turn as my husband yells for me to do something. I grab a towel so he can clean up. Then it registers what our guest had said to me on the way. Jade took her Xanax. Xanax? shit. Shit. SHIT. So I picked up the pace and got to my phone… Poison Control. Where is that fucking number?? AAHHH. Found it. Yeah my 2 year old daughter just took 2 Xanax pills. Yeah she is throwing up right now. Ok. Can’t I just drive to the ER?? She tells me to hang up and call 911 immediately. Fuck. Where’s Jade?? Oh there she is. Running around and playing. Does she look sick? No. She wants to eat… (she always wants to eat) Ok. 911. I tell them the same and they ask me if I want someone to stay on the line while rescue is on the way and I think no way I need to feed my child, she is hungry.
So the EMT’s arrive and ask all the questions.. Oh crap, are they going to think I am irresponsible and let my daughter eat Xanax? Our guest better have a prescription!!! They put Jade and I on the stretcher and once we get in the car… I think it is starting to hit Jade… her little head gets wobbly. Her face turns a shade of gray. And this is when I start to freak out. I am panicking. jade, Jade, JADE stay with us. What is your name? How old are you? We arrive. They rush us to a room and hook her up to machines. And at one point, one of them starts BEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEP. Oxygen, Oxygen! After a few minutes of panic, a doctor comes in. He informs me that Xanax should not affect her oxygen levels. They need to do more testing and was there anything else she may have taken. WHAT??? So he asks my two year old. She says she took 2 pills and they were white. He then asks her if she took anything else and she says no. But hey, we are talking to a two year old.
After about an hour of testing, the doctor comes back and says she has pneumonia and that it is a blessing that she took the Xanax because it brought her to the hospital. What the fuck? You are telling me that all this time I am freaking out that my daughter has taken this drug and now you are telling me it is a blessing? Moral of the story….it’s ok if your kid takes drugs as long as they are already sick. And don’t forget to put Poison Control on speed dial.
