I know I'm making more of this than perhaps I should, but I didn't follow our rules today. We have a whiteboard in the kitchen where we write down when we give one of the kids their meds. We started this seven years ago when we accidentally double-dosed Little Miss M's anti-seizure medication and prayed that we wouldn't render her comatose.
Today I was running around though. The Husband stayed home, a planned and very exciting day off, since he had worked the last four days pretty much straight and because I had commitments I needed to be kid-free for. The Husband and I took kids two and three grocery shopping and errand running after dropping Little Miss M off at school. We had enough time to get chili started on the stove before I had to run out for an appointment which was an hour away. I completed that task and made it back in time to get the kids from school. I dropped off kid two at home and took Little Miss M to occupational therapy a half hour away. Therapy ran over and The Husband got the younger two their dinner and did their medicine. He and I talked about the baby's antibiotic and steroid and Zantac (she has GERD and has had croup for a month).
And, somehow, despite our best efforts, we double-dosed the poor little thing her antibiotics. So, now I sit here and wait to see if she has a reaction. Of course, I called the on-call doctor. They said she might have an upset stomach, but I feel so bad. Yet, I have to remind myself that we all make mistakes and I never would do anything to hurt my precious baby on purpose.
So, my long-winded message today? Even when we are at our best and totally prepared, we make mistakes, and it has to be okay.
I wish I had more wisdom to impart, but each day is a learning experience and we learn as much from success as we do mistakes.