Poison Control

Tl;DR Poison control operators are very nice.

I had to call poison control because Henry (age 2ish) stuffed 20 (?) Advil into his mouth. I had given him the bottle - the CHILDPROOF bottle - because he liked to shake it, and I was changing my littlest one who was a tiny baby at the time. I turned around for 10 seconds? 15 seconds? And turned back to find rivulets of Advil juice leaking down his chin. He smiled at me and revealed a mouth full of Advil tablets. Of course I freaked the hell out and dug my finger in his mouth and fished them all out, scaring him. Called Poison Control and they kept asking me questions like how many total were in the bottle? (IDK) How many did he eat and I was like none, I think?????? Finally we settled on signs of trouble to look for - i.e. barfing or lethargy. 

Moral of the story: he was fine. I was not. He never gets to play with pharmaceuticals anymore. Poison control is very nice.