Yes, we had to call poison control tonight. Rylie ate toothpaste. My Arm & Hammer baking soda and peroxide toothpaste. Because I was the irresponsible parent that let her loose in my bathroom and didn't watch her the entire time. Apparently I take it for granted that she doesn't usually get into stuff, and doesn't usually put anything in her mouth that isn't supposed to be eaten.
We were playing and I had to go to the bathroom, so she came in there with me. My toilet is behind a separate door, but I left the door open so I could see her. She got out of my line of sight, but I just figured she was playing on my scale like she always does.
But then it was quiet. Too quiet.
I was mid-wipe and kind of stood up and leaned out of the doorway so I could see her. All I saw was the toothpaste tube in her mouth. At first I thought the cap was still on but when she realized I saw her she pulled the tube out of her mouth and it was full of toothpaste.
So here I am with my pants down SCREAMING at her to spit it out. She starts crying and spitting all over my floor. Next thing I know she is gagging. There is drool and toothpaste flying everywhere. I don't know if she was gagging because she ingested too much peroxide or fluoride, or if it was because my yelling upset her that much. I yelled for Brian to come get her and call poison control. When he got out to the kitchen she actually threw up a little bit. So hopefully all of the toothpaste ended up getting out of her system.
Poison control said she was fine. Brian had to call because I would have started crying the moment I had to speak to someone, and I was doing my best to hold it together as it was. He told them that she probably got 2 tablespoons of it, although I think it was more, but I tend to be a little over-the-top about things like this. He was told that amount wasn't even close to the amount that would cause problems and to just give her some milk because the milk will absorb the fluoride or whatever. They got our information and that was that.
Well, guess what? We have no milk. Ahhhh lovely. So I called my friend next door and walked over there with a cup to get some milk. At least Rylie likes milk so she drank some of it.
After her bath, Rylie kept saying she wanted to sleep in my bed. I certainly didn't fight her on it. She very rarely sleeps with us, only when she has a bad dream or is sick. And even though in my mind I know she is going to be OK, I will feel so much better having her right there beside me.
That was so scary! At least it was just a couple tablespoons of toothpaste. It was the wake up call we needed, though, to get this house childproofed a little better.
And now I sit here questioning my abilities as a mother...and crying.
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