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TIFU by giving my son the wrong meds.

Today, I managed to fuck up beyond all fuck ups.

I got home after a pretty busy night shift, threw myself into bed and woke up 45 minutes later to “it’s time for little mans meds” So I think I wake up straight away but I don’t. It takes me another 10/15 minutes to finally crawl outta bed. I go down the stairs, set up 3 syringes. 1 at 0.3ML (meds) 1 at 3ML (meds) And one at 10ml (water for flush) I go upstairs, stop my sons constant feeding tube, plop the meds in, flush in between and a flush at the end. I hit the sack and get woken up 10 Minutes later to.. “Did you put 3ML of this medicine in one of the syringes?”

“No, 0.3ML” I say.

“No, you put 3ML”

So I get up and go and check, fuck! I’ve done 3.3ML of the SAME MEDICINE!!! Little dudes only supposed to take 0.3ML 2x daily!

So I call an ambulance, they arrive 25 minutes later, to my sons mom breaking down, I’m breaking down. I think I’ve killed my youngest kid, even though he’s in his moms arms with a smirk on his face.

The ambulance crew don’t give me much information as my son has pre existing issues, so they can’t exactly comment right now.

We get to the hospital, I’m still breaking down. In the process of all of this, my sons mom tells me how stupid I am, how the fuck could you ever do something that stupid. I try to make no excuses for myself, ever.

But I respond with “I had 45 minutes sleep after a 14hr shift including overtime”

(So additional TIFU, my sons mom ended the 6 year relationship!)

After 10 hours of waiting, feeds and lots of water, checks etc. The nurses and docs finally tell me my son is totally fine, the meds I gave him literally help him pee more often, so he just peed a lot all day. They kept him in for obvious reasons.

Little man is totally fine. No problems and was never in any real danger. But I still fucked up big time.

I now have to answer to safeguarding processes. And I’ve gotta find a new place to live!

TLDR: TIFU by over - dosing a toddler on what I thought was a very strong medicine, turns out it was water with extra power. But still. Oh and my partner of 6 years ended the relationship because “I’m a moron”

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