It had to happen sometime. We’ve got a very, very curious child, and despite his energy and zeal for life, we’ve made it nearly three years with few…er…bodily mishaps. But yesterday went a little something like this:<\/p>\n
Sarah: “It’s time to go to ECFE, Griffin. Let’s clean up and head upstairs to put our shoes on.”<\/p>\n
Griffin: “Nooooooo! I want to play blocks!”<\/p>\n
S: “I know you want to play blocks, and we can play them later, but now it’s time to go to school.”<\/p>\n
G: “NOOOOOOO!” <insert crying tantrum here><\/p>\n
S: “Okay. Well, it sounds like you’re pretty upset about not playing blocks, so I’m going to head upstairs and get ready. You come up when you’re done.”<\/p>\n
<crying and wailing ensues for about three minutes><\/p>\n
G: <coming up the stairs> “Mama. I’m done. I put a penny in my mouth.”<\/p>\n
S: “Oh? Well, that’s not something we put in our mouths. Time to take it out.”<\/p>\n
G: “I can’t. It’s not there.”<\/p>\n
S: “Did you spit it out?”<\/p>\n
G: “No. Look. Mama take it out!”<\/p>\n
S: “Well, if you didn’t spit it out, and it’s not there, you probably swallowed it. Did you swallow it down your throat?”<\/p>\n
G: “Yes. Mama take it out!”<\/p>\n
S: “Does your throat or tummy hurt?”<\/p>\n
G: “No. Where is my penny?”<\/p>\n
S: “Well, it’s in your body now, so it will probably come out in your poop.”<\/p>\n
G: <excitedly> “I want to poop it out RIGHT NOW!!!”<\/p>\n
After trolling the internet, a call to the pediatrician, and support from parents at ECFE, it was decided that we would just have to wait to see if it came out on its own. I do have to admit, though, that being under the spell of pregnancy hormone-induced anxiety, I let some of the internet findings of coins being lodged in the esophagus one way and then being dislodged and killing a child, or coins causing ulcers, or any of the numerous “my child needed surgery” testimonials get to me. I checked on him multiple times during his nap, reminding me of nap times postpartum when I would nervously check to make sure he was still breathing.<\/p>\n
But predictably, he survived both nap time AND the night, and this morning from the bathroom I heard:<\/p>\n
“Mama!! MY PENNY IS IN MY POOP!!!”<\/p>\n
Whew.<\/p>\n It had to happen sometime. We’ve got a very, very curious child, and despite his energy and zeal for life, we’ve made it nearly three years with few…er…bodily mishaps. But yesterday went a little something like this: Sarah: “It’s time to go to ECFE, Griffin. Let’s clean up and head upstairs to put our shoes … Continue reading The Inevitable<\/span> ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/stoccoroy.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/PennyAdventure.jpg?ssl=1\" "\\"PennyAdventure\\"")
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