Also note: Cub drank a rather large quantity of infant Motrin.
Note the third: Child-proof lids are a joke!
Fourthly: The bottle was out of his reach on the bathroom countertop. OR SO I THOUGHT.
Fifth Note: The lady from The Poison Control Center was extremely nice and calm and explained that Cub would be fine. He didn't drink THAT much. And he's healthy. It's fine.
Noting Sixthly: I, too, was amazingly calm, when I saw him toddle out of the bathroom with the empty Motrin bottle and a grin on his face. I was able to pick him up, pick up the phone, and talk calmly to the aforementioned nice lady on the other end.
Seventh Note: Only a few minutes later, when Cub was covered in yogurt whilst eating his lunch, did the "what if" thoughts pour into my brain at an insurmountable speed as my adrenaline attempted to crawl down from the freakish heights it had just ascertained.
Half Note: I turned my head and let out a sob. And then I was okay. No tears, even. But wow. What if.
Eighth Note: He's fine. And I am, too.
Note the Ninth: The Poison Control Center number is now in my phone.
Tenthly: So, if you ever need it, let me know! I've got your back!