Saturday, October 11, 2008
To go or not to go
To the E.R.--that is the question.
Luke was at a friend's house, tripped and cut his eyelid open on their coffee table. After consulting with Dr. Moms I didn't take him to the E.R. We put a butterfly stitch on and I found some steri-strips from when he busted his other eye-lid open 2 years ago on Gma/pa Mud's rocking chair. When we got home he told me he couldn't shut his eye to pray because he had a band-aid on it. Just an excuse? I think so.
Oh well, Chicks dig scars, right?
Well, fast forward a week and two days. I had a fabulous birthday (later post on that). I was getting ready to go to my first PTA meeting, I put Nay down on her play mat and go into the kitchen (20 feet away) to start getting dinner ready. I hear a weird cough-cough, run in and she is fine. I look at her head and something is missing.
I question Little Man, "Did you take her barrette out?"
"Did you see her barrette fall out of her hair, did she put it in her mouth?"
I look around, but of course the floor is clean. Meanwhile, Nay is just laughing and acting completely normal. I called S.
"I'm 99% sure your daughter just swallowed a barrette."
I called the pediatrician and they told me since it was metal I needed to take her to the E.R.
I called S. and told him I had to go to the E.R.
"Do you want me to come home?"
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Do I want to go to the E.R. with three children at 6:30pm on a Friday night, a hospital that I have to travel on 66 West, again... ON A FRIDAY NIGHT?!
So, he headed home and my mom came over to watch the kids till he got home.
After hanging in the E.R. for 3 hours...
Diagonsis: A barrette in her stomach.
Dig through poop.
If it doesn't come out in 72 hours? Call.
Success. It was found just under 45 hours later. The kids thought it was pretty funny.
On the Things to Do List: Put away ANYTHING smaller than a toilet paper roll.
Oh, and I guess I will have to deal with people calling my baby girl "He" for a little longer. (The nurse in the E.R. was taking us back to take the x-ray and she kept saying how cute "He" was. Finally she looked down at the chart and saw it was a girl--purple and flowers didn't give it away) and apologized. I wanted to say, "Lady, it's because of people like you that got us in this mess in the first place!" Okay, not really, but COME ON!
A boy? Really (say it like Jason Bateman does on Arrested Development)?
See how small it was?!?! If I hadn't been a "good" mom it could have just passed and I would be $100 richer (stinking E.R. copay!).
Posted by Jules at Saturday, October 11, 2008