Medicine Cabinet Meets Poison Control Center

"Is she supposed to be eating that?"
I glanced over at my two year old. There was aluminum sticking out of the side of her mouth and my purse had been dumped out. Sure that she had just found a piece of candy, I casually got up from my meeting in the kitchen and went to investigate.
"Pixie, what are you eating?"
"Yum, Mommy! I found these tiny little candies in your purse!"
It was my birth control pills. She had worked her way through the pink placebo row and was just getting started on the tiny white pills. I looked back at the woman I was meeting with who was staring in shock and gave a nervous laugh. "Heh heh... you can never start too early..."

I keep all the medicine locked up in a medicine cabinet. I keep the food out of reach. I keep the cabinet with the cleaning chemicals locked. But my daughter will find ways to poison herself one way or another. A few months ago I had left three of my Zoloft pills next to the bathroom sink while getting ready for church. I stepped away briefly to answer the phone and when I came back, my daughter had gobbled them up. I ran to the phone and called Poison Control Center, sure that Pixie would die within the hour.

"Hello? HELLO? My daughter has just eaten my medication!"
"What did your daughter eat, ma'am?" asked the cool operator.
"Zoloft, my postpartum depression pills! What should I do? Do I need to call 911? Should I flush her out with liquids? What's going to happen to her?"
"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you," he replied lazily. "She'll probably just be in a really good mood today."

And she was. Maybe I should leave my pills out more often. There are worse things than a sterile, happy toddler. Which reminds me, maybe I should get a prescription for some sleeping pills...