Mac's big adventure

Mac getting wheeled out to the ambulance

Mac riding in the ambulance

I'll start this post off by saying that Mac is absolutely fine just so no one is worried. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let me explain what happened on Thursday. I had just finished making Mac some pancakes and was cleaning up the kitchen when he ran back to what I thought was his bedroom. About 2 minutes later, I poked my head in to check on him but no Mac. So I walked down the hallway to our room and there on the floor was Mac surrounded by Dan's muscle relaxants. He had opened our bathroom drawer, fished through Dan's bag, opened a "child proof" bottle and had the pills in his hands. At that point, I had no idea if he had eaten any of them.

Needless to say, my heart stopped. I immediately grabbed him and called poison control. They told me not only to get him to the ER but to take an ambulance. Now I'm officially borderline hysterical, but still rational enough to think that I can't really call 911. So I throw on some clothes, race downstairs and grab a taxi. Ten minutes later Dan meets us at the ER where they promptly whisk Mac away to a back room. After a solid half hour of sheer panic, they determine that he hasn't actually ingested any of the pills. Words cannot begin to explain our relief.

Now that we know Mac is fine, we're just hanging around the ER waiting to be discharged. That's when they come over and tell us that, as a precaution, he's going to need to be transferred to Children's Memorial for observation. By ambulance. So, the EMT's come in, strap Mac to the stretcher and wheel him out to the ambulance. I should note that throughout this whole ordeal, Mac was being his usual charming self - smiling, waving, laughing. And now that everyone knows he's fine, all the doctors and nurses are just laughing at him being typical Mac.

Mac and I ride in the ambulance over to Children's and Dan meets us there via taxi. We spend the next two hours watching movies and hanging out while Mac is being monitored. Finally, around 12:30, the doctor comes in and tells us it's fine to head home.

I'm sharing this with all of you for two reasons - one, because thankfully this wound up being a typical Summa family ordeal and no one was hurt. Trust me, we have been saying a lot of prayers of thanks these past few days to say the least! And two - because we thought our house was "Mac proof." We have safety locks all over the place and we thought we had moved anything remotely dangerous far out of his reach. For all of you with kids, do yourselves a favor and do one more check of your house before you go to bed tonight. This could have been a truly horrible story and we are so blessed and thankful that God was watching out for our little boy!