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Ben Gay’s Eviction

August 13, 2010

Ben Gay was evicted from his country home last night after causing large panic in one toddler’s household.

The panic began at 4:23 PM yesterday afternoon. A mother had phoned her stepmother to check in on her 18 month old son. What is normally a routine call ended with fright and fear. During their normal chit-chat, the mother overhears her toddler begin screaming, followed by her stepmother’s frantic voice stating, “Oh my gosh, he’s rubbed it in his eyes! I’ll have to call you back!” Then silence. The mother gasps for breath as if she has been under water for an extended period of time and her lungs are in desperate need of oxygen. Her mind begins to race with questions: What did he rub in his eyes? What should I do? Just as fast as the questions enter her mind, so does the prayers. Lord, please watch over my baby boy. Lord, please protect him.

After what seemed to be an eternity but was only a minute had passed, she phoned her stepmother back. Her dad answers with fear in his voice and explains that her toddler has rubbed Bengay in his eyes. The mother’s first thoughts are that her son will go blind. She prays harder. Her mind rapidly evaluating the situation and desperately seeking a solution. She miraculously remains calm enough to instruct her dad to begin washing his eyes out with water. Then hangs up, calls her mother (who is within a 5 minute drive to the location), googles Poison Control, all the while silently scolding herself for not having this number programmed into her phone.

The phone call to Poison Control begins with a prerecorded menu driven message. Listening carefully, she presses two for the Poison Control Hotline. Praying that an actual human will be on the other end, she also prays for God to protect her son’s eyes. His little 18 month old eyes. His future. His vision. His life. All the “what if’s” are swirling around and around in her head, making her dizzy. Then, she hears the lady’s voice asking her how she can be of assistance. Trying to desperately restrain herself from screaming, she bursts out to the lady on the other end, “My 18 month old son has rubbed Bengay in his eyes!” Then waits, anticipating the worst.

Poison Control lady professionally directed the mother by asking key questions about the situation and then carefully instructing the mother on the plan of action. Ending the call, the mother immediately redials her stepmother’s number. Her dad answers and she can hear the fear and anxiety in his voice. She knows that he is in no frame of mind to relay these instructions. He puts her own mother on the phone. “Mom, run lukewarm, not hot, not cold, water in a steady stream over his eyes continuously for 10 to 15 minutes! Do NOT put anything else in his eyes! No eye-drops of any other kind. Just the water. I’m on my way!”

She grabs her purse and runs for the car. Trying not to drive reckless, she speeds the 20 miles to her dad’s house, pleading and begging God to keep her son’s eyes safe. She will barely remember this drive later because her mind cannot focus on anything except the words, eyes and Bengay and water and hospital. She’s not even able to form them into a sentence in her brain, instead the words jump out at her randomly over and over until she arrives at her dad’s house.

Throwing her door open at the same time she is turning her car off, she jumps out and begins to sprint to the front door. Inside, she finds her son playing with his toys and happy as a lark while all the adults hover over him, watching and observing and praying. His left eye is fine, perfectly normal. His right eye is puffy and red but obviously not burning or itching because he continues to play without rubbing or scratching at his eye. The mother sighs with relief and takes the first real breath since 4:23 PM. He’s okay. Praise God, he’s okay.

After an hour, his eye is still puffy and red. Per instructions from Poison Control, the mother and stepmother take him to the emergency room for a doctor to evaluate his eye. After waiting a very short amount of time, the doctor is ready to see him. A quick but thorough evaluation confirms that his eye is perfectly fine and the redness and puffiness should go away by in the morning. Again, the mother silently breathes a sigh of relief and looks upward, thanking God for protecting her son this evening.

*This is a true story in which I am the mother and the 18 month old is my son. I now have one more miracle to testify about! Thank you God!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 13, 2010 3:32 pm

    OMG, I am so glad he is ok. Kids can scare you to death. I sometimes think what would happen if my daughter’s toddlers would ever find her pills and start swallowing them. It’s a scary thought.

  2. Jana permalink
    August 14, 2010 1:46 am

    I’m so glad your little one is OK.
    That sounds terrifying.
    I believe being a parent is the toughest job on the planet.

    • August 14, 2010 3:25 am

      Thanks! It was terrifying. I didn’t have a clue what I put my own mother through until I had my own son. Yes, it IS the toughest job EVER…but the most rewarding also 🙂

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