...so we just had quite the experience.

Monday 4:00 pm - I take my 22 month old daughter Zoe with me to our friends house. Bill has had a leg amputated due to poor blood circulation and is now on serious pain medication.

Monday 6:00 pm - Zoe begins acting very drowsy, becomes flushed, very thirsty, itchy, and finally begins vomitting. Sure enough, when we called our neighbor, they found little bits of a pill on their bedroom floor. Methadone. Talk about frightening...

We call poison control and rush her to the hospital. They have to give her an IV and a catheter, we get the lovely job of holding her down for the process. Why is it that the consequences of our mistakes are played out in the lives of our children?

By 9:00 pm we have been told that she will be okay, but that she will be staying in the hospital for the night to be observed.

After her nap on Tuesday she finally began to be herself, no more dilated pupils, speaking coherently, acting herself, smiling, laughing, playing. Through it all Zoe told all the doctors and nurse how much she loved them, thank you, and even sent me out to find out what the night shift nurses name was. I truly don't deserve the gifts i have been given...