“My mother in law told us they were vitamins,” I explained quietly, feeling the weight of that statement settle heavily in the room.
Dr. Foster closed his eyes briefly as if trying to steady himself, and when he spoke again his voice was calmer but still filled with concern.
“This is a strong medication used for anxiety and sleep disorders in adults,” he said carefully while looking at me directly. “It can slow breathing in children and may affect neurological development if given repeatedly over time.”
My knees nearly gave out at those words, and I had to sit down on the nearby chair to keep myself steady.
“Is she going to be okay,” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at Daisy sitting calmly on the examination table.
He examined her thoroughly, checking her pulse, reflexes, breathing patterns, and responsiveness with careful precision while I watched anxiously.
After several long and tense minutes, he finally stepped back and exhaled slowly.
“She is very lucky,” he said, his tone softer now as he looked at both of us. “The dosage appears to be small enough that we do not see immediate harm, but this must stop immediately and she should not take another pill.”