Woke up this morning feeling sub-par and short tempered/anxious. Toddler DD slept badly and was clingy/upset all morning.
We were getting ready to go out to a picnic, she was toddling around me while I packed bags in the living room, and she pulled a blister pack of paracetamol out of my handbag and examined it. It was empty anyway- I’m 99.9% sure- and was just rubbish. My eyes were only off her for 5 seconds at most before I saw her with it- she gave absolutely zero sign that she’d had anything in her mouth (let alone something so grim tasting as a paracetemol tablet- and usually she lets me know when there’s something in her mouth there shouldn’t be... soap. Play do, the usual), I didn’t hear the pop of a blister packet opening, and she’s 2, so definitely doesn’t have the ability to open tough packaging and do something so dexterous quickly and silently anyway- so absolutely no reason to suspect she’d eaten any.
And besides- I’m certain the packet was empty.
Except my anxiety kicked in with 60000000 “what ifs”. So although we went to the picnic, I’ve spent the day secretly googling “paractemol toxicity” and freaking out that I’m misremembering what happened- what if the packet was full? What if she had it for longer? What if she suddenly developed the ability to open packaging silently? What if what if what if?
She’s fine- no symptoms, eating and drinking well- but I’m a nervous wreck.
I have PNA that has been well controlled for months, but something about today just kicked me into high gear.
Can anyone lend a supportive hand to get me through the evening without googling more, pointless, shit about paracetamol- because deep down I know that NOTHING HAPPENED.... I hate that my anxious brain is overriding my logical brain....