So on top of my already over flowing plate I found a flea on Hudson yesterday... sweet. He was due for Frontline and within days of overlapping his dose I find fleas. So today right after class and running on only a few hours of sleep I stop and get both Hudson and Oliver their Frontline not a big deal hopefully this will take care of it. I get home exhausted and start to administer. Well I open Hudson's first and of course he runs like usual like I am about to administer a rectal exam or something. He is dramatic. Anyways, I move on to Oliver and then chase Hudson down and put the stuff on him and all is well... for about a minute.
Hudson and Oliver were screwing around in the other room and when Oliver comes back he's foaming at the mouth. On my God my first thought. Did I mix up their doses? I quick try to make Oliver drink water which he refuses and then I panic. Hudson's dose is for extra large dogs (89 lbs. plus) and Oliver is an average size cat. I quick call someone, anyone. I called my sister in law, Ann. She's good with animals she must know what is going on. She did not know... so we both started Googling. What we saw was not good... fatal for pets if overdosed and if I switched them it would be an overdose for sure for Oliver.
So I go back to packages... staring at them.... did I mix them up? I am trying to replay my steps as the packages are almost identical except for the little print on the back that says "for dogs" or "for cats". How did I mess this up? And then I have a meltdown... I continue to look at the grim diagnoses online if I did mix them up and now I am hysterical. I quick rush him to the bathtub and try to wash what may have been a fatal dose of Frontline or an unwarranted bath. Then I can't seem to convince myself one way or another as I stare at the boxes and packages. I frantically try to think exactly what I did, which dose I picked up first and I couldn't. My mind was going a million miles a minute. Then I think about how careless that was and how what other careless things I could have done in my sleep deprivation and stress.
I thought how could I possibly tell Chris in Afghanistan that I killed his cat over my own carelessness. And how could I ever tell Audrey. But as quickly as he acted so ill he suddenly was fine. He was eating only a few minutes later and drank some water. I still do no know what happened. Maybe I never even mixed them up to begin with. Maybe they received the right dose and Oliver got a little in his mouth. Maybe he got a little bit of Hudson's in his mouth when they were in the other room. But maybe I did give him the wrong dose. Either way there is nothing I can do but monitor him and just keep an eye on him and he seems fine as the evening goes on. Hopefully there will be no grim news come tomorrow morning.
This incident did show me I need to just relax. I need to get some sleep, I need to take a break, I need to just breathe. Something as simple as mixing up the medicines for pets could turn into such a disaster. And as I run this life a million miles a minute as most busy moms do, I realize we all need to step back for a second and take a deep breathe. I will never forget that woman on Oprah a few years back that left her sleeping baby in the car on a hot summer day while she was at work because she forgot to drop her off at daycare. The baby died because of the busy stressful lives we all lead. Not that I could ever forget Audrey jabbering in the backseat, but I am sure that mom would have said the same thing.
So after my hysterical meltdown I vowed to take a break if even for the rest of the day or weekend before another hectic week begins. So hopefully everything will be fine with Oliver and I was just second guessing myself and turning it into something it was not. But it could have turned into something tragic. Enjoying a quiet evening at home with a glass of wine tonight.