Update on the swallowed fork...
For those of you who weren't at my husband's extended family's birthday party gathering yesterday I will give you the scoop. N and I were sharing a bowl of ice cream and cake. I had a plastic spoon in the bowl for N to eat from and a plastic fork in the bowl that I was going to use to eat with. Before I knew it N took the plastic fork, bit into it and bit off the tips of two of the fork tongs. He started to cry when the pieces were in his mouth, so I attempted to scoop them out of his mouth with my finger, but that didn't work. He ended up swallowing them.. Ugh!! N was breathing well, he did not choke or gag on the fork tongs, he continued eating (w/ a spoon), and started to play with the other kids again. Everyone collectively decided that he was probably okay and that we should watch his diapers for the fork pieces to pass. The things mommies and daddies do! D got the first dirty diaper, but no signs of fork pieces. I got the next diaper, nothing. Then, at about 9 this morning the fork pieces passed!!! Yay!! I brought the fork home with me so I could compare the missing pieces to the passed pieces. That way I would know when all the "foreign objects" (as the phone nurse at N's doctor referred to it) had passed. I compared the two and sure enough everything came out okay. The phone nurse at N's doctor said everything should be okay if he passed the objects without other symptoms. I'll spare you those details. She said to monitor his eating and his activity today. She's going to let N's doctor know of our phone conversation and if the doctor has any concerns they will call me back.
I cannot help but think of my Grandma Evelyn while writing this story. Whenever we're in a stressful or frustrating situation she always says "Honey, this too shall pass." Well, in this case, her wise words could not be more true!
Take care,
C
9 months ago
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I got to go through not one, but BOTH my kids' diapers for coins. The first time, Evan was almost THREE when he swallowed a dime. He was sitting right next to me, counting money from his bank while I did bills and before I knew it he had put it in his mouth and swallowed! He looked at me fearfully and said, "Mommy why did I swallow that dime?" I was like, "I don't KNOW!" Anyway, a few diaper searches turned up the rogue dime.
When Maya was around two, we had an incident where we thought she swallowed a dime, but we later found the dime under the couch where she had been sitting. Not before I had searched a couple diapers, of course, but we were glad it all ended well.
You've earned yet another honor badge to sew on to your "Mommy Scout" sash!
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