Does Alcohol Hurt You Mom

by | May 8, 2017 | Life Happens, Motherly Experience

Being a mother is a bit challenging. Wait. Crash that, it’s more than just challenging. It’s more of terrifying. Why? Well, the thought of them gets injured while learning how to walk, the everyday routine of crying before falling asleep plus the worries whenever they’re rushed to a hospital. Oh! Those sleepless nights, not to mention the loss of privacy and the never ending clutters all around the house just wraps all the million reasons up.

Being a mother is a bit challenging. Wait. Crash that, it’s more than just challenging. It’s more of terrifying.

Why? Well, the thought of them gets injured while learning how to walk, the everyday routine of crying before falling asleep plus the worries whenever they’re rushed to a hospital. Oh! Those sleepless nights, not to mention the loss of privacy and the never ending clutters all around the house just wraps all the million reasons up.

Why? Well, the thought of them gets injured while learning how to walk, the everyday routine of crying before falling asleep plus the worries whenever they’re rushed to a hospital. Oh! Those sleepless nights, not to mention the loss of privacy and the never ending clutter all around the house just wraps all the million reasons.

Let me tell you a story.

I just got home from Manila and the first thing that I have in my mind is to work again to reoccupy my head. So, I spent my days in front of my computer like the usual. Just following my plotted schedule. If I have plotted five hours straight for my work-time that day, I will be expected to face the computer for five hours straight, just as how my schedule was plotted. That was just how simple it was for me. I was always so busy trying to get things done before deadlines that I don’t even have the time to get myself a glass of water to quench my thirst. I even remembered that there were times when I just feel my throat was already super dry. More often, it makes my voice sounds harsh, but still, I was unstoppable. I just continued working. Those times where my throat is super dry, I would just open the door and shout “water!” expecting my sister or anyone who happens to hear will give me a glass of what I need.

My daughter, Tatyana, was able to observe that for a while. Whenever I scream “water”, she would gladly jump off her feet and run to me, smiling. I can see that she wanted to get a glass of water for her mother, but I didn’t really allow her since she’s very young and the glass might slip into those tiny little hands. It’s very visible though that she’s just waiting for me to proactively say, “Yana, please get mama a glass of water”.

In fact, she always runs to the door every time I open it and ask me, “Do you need a glass of water, Mama?” I usually answer “Yes” but I always tell her to let Ate Lelen (someone who lives with us) get it for me right away.

Until one day.   I was not really busy. I am checking on my favorite TV series, The Vampire Diaries and The Original of which by the way, did not release the episode 10 of Season 7. I really thought it will be released in the first week of January, but, hey, let’s talk about this in some other time.

Let’s go back to my story. While I’m in front of my computer, I just let the door open to let some air come in. Tatya, now 4 years old, using her plastic cup said, “Mama, I brought water for you”. Touched by what she said, without a doubt, I drank the water she held in her two tiny hands.

Yes, I did. Who wouldn’t? It’s your little daughter. Who could refuse that? NO ONE! I let it in my system. It was already in my throat when I was able to even get its aroma, then I realized that it really was not water.

It tasted like isopropyl alcohol, but I really didn’t want to think that it is. Out of shocked, I shouted, “What is this? Tell me!” I stood up, ran to the fridge to check if there are clear alcoholic beverages that she could possibly get. All I see is red wine and a Gilbey’s. Gilbeys gin is as clear as water, so I told myself to stop worrying. It can’t possibly be anything else other than the Gilbey’s gin in the fridge until somebody said, “I saw her playing with the isopropyl alcohol”. There is when I panicked.

I couldn’t really understand what I felt at that moment. I told myself to focus. I get my phone, dial my sister’s number, who is a nurse, put it in a loudspeaker, ran back to my computer and researched what are the possible effects of accidentally drinking an isopropyl alcohol. I clicked the first suggested page. And, I read that isopropyl alcohol, if taken a huge amount, can cause damage. I felt my head is getting heavy. This is where I became hysterical. The worse thing is I couldn’t reach my sister. I just keep on dialing anyway. I was not worried about myself. Well, yes, maybe a bit, but that was not the most threatening one. I was worried about her, she might have drunk from it and just so afraid to tell.

I, once again, asked her in an angry and serious voice, “Did you drink it?” She kept on repeating, “No”.

There’s no use. She wouldn’t really say “yes” so I cleaned myself. I planned to go to the hospital right away. The shower failed to help my aching head, it just made it worse, but at least it cleared my head out from my growing cloud of rage and anxiety. Then I thought and came to the realization that I needed to change my style of questioning. After putting my clothes on, I lie on the bed and softly call my daughter. She reluctantly went to my side.

I told her, “I have a headache and it is really bad. Can you help me?”

“Yes”, she happily replied and started to massage my head.

That is what she usually does with her father. There was an ultimate silence that covered the whole room until she broke it and says, “Ma, alcohol is not really for the mouth, right? Is it just for the hands?

I simply said “yes”, then she calmly put her palm on my forehead and said, “You got a fever. This might be because of the alcohol”.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. I touch her neck and forehead as well and said, “You too, you are hot. Did you drink that alcohol too?”

She said (smiling), “No, I am just testing it on you!” Now, tell me how I can be mad knowing my child, just like how children are supposed to be, was just curious. A curiosity which brought her to even make me a sampling rat for her experiment.

 

Photo Credit:  Featured Image: Posion Org  / Children’s Playing in the Dirt: Parenting.com

 

 

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