actually stay child proof. We found this out last night, after booking our hotel and looking forward to our “mini vacay”. Ella tells me us is going to the bathroom, then about 3 or 4 minutes later we hear Bradley fussing in his room (turns out he was trying to get out of doing his Kumon), and I looked at Rick and said “I thought Ella was in the bathroom?!?” Then we hear Ella calling my name, and I run into the bathroom, and she has the Alleve bottle open, at least one chewed up in her mouth, and a multitude of others she’s “frushing” down the toilet. Of course I panic because there is no way of knowing exactly how many she has ingested, so we all pack up and head to the hospital. While we are in the waiting room I’m thinking I should have had ipecac to make her throw up, why is this taking so long, what was wrong with that bottle, how many other sicknesses are we going to catch here, etc. There were various styles of shapes of barf buckets that made their way in with patients, and when we got to the back, there were various disturbing gagging/coughing/expectorating noises to deal with. They had to take blood from Ella to check her kidney functions and she barely flinched. All she said was “that hurts”, then went on about the business of flailing all over the gurney and making various animal noises. I can’t believe how high of a threshold for pain she has – thank you Aunt Keri!!
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