Sunday, January 4, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 113.0 miles)
Day 177 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
I was taking a nap in my bedroom when Justin suddenly shook me awake.
“You gotta get up,” he said.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m up.” I immediately started falling back to sleep.
He shook me again. “You need to wake up. Now.”
The urgency in his voice broke through the fog. “What’s wrong?”
“Connor swallowed a penny and a dime.”
Rather stupidly, I said, “What?” I was sure I’d misheard him.
Justin said, “He swallowed a penny and a dime. We need to call the doctor.”
“Oh,” I said. Then, “Fuck.”
Justin went into the living room to check on Connor. I heard Connor crying and hiccupping, clearly upset.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and immediately called the doctor’s office. I pressed correct buttons when prompted and was soon speaking to a triage nurse.
In the background I heard Justin tell Connor, “Mommy’s calling the doctor.”
Connor started sobbing. “No! I don’t want a shot!”
I heard Justin force his voice to be gentle. “Calm down. You’re not getting a shot. But we have to tell the doctor in case you get sick.”
I pressed the phone closer to my ear, plugging my other ear with my finger.
The triage nurse answered the phone. I tried not to stumble over my words.
“My son – he’s six – he swallowed a penny and a dime. Do I need to go to the ER or will they pass?”
She laughed. “So Connor is worth 11 cents?”
Her manner put me at ease and I laughed, too, but mostly because laughter my knee jerk reaction to uncomfortable situations.
The triage nurse said, “Well let’s check a few things. Do you hear a whistling or is he having trouble breathing?”
I walked into the living room the phone pressed to one ear and relayed the question to Justin. Justin pressed his ear to Connor’s chest, told him to breathe.
Justin shook his head and I told the nurse, “No trouble breathing.”
“Ok let’s check swallowing. Can he swallow a small drink of water?”
We gave Connor a small drink of water, watched this throat work as he swallowed.
“No trouble swallowing water.”
“Okay now I want you to give him a cracker or a piece of bread.”
I tore open a bag of animal crackers and handed one to Connor. He chewed it up and swallowed it.
“No trouble swallowing a cracker.”
The nurse said, “He’s going to be just fine. The money should pass in his stool in three or four days. Keep an eye on him. If he has trouble eating or starts vomiting then call back.” Almost as an afterthought she said, “If you want the money back you can cut his stool with a knife.”
“Um, I think we’re going to donate this one to the sewer system.”
She chuckled. “Well, don’t feel too bad. There’s a fascination with kids swallowing money everywhere.”
I hung up and let Justin know what she’d said.
We both breathed a sigh of relief. I told him if we wanted the money back we could get it out of the toilet in a few days.
Connor, standing between us, laughed. “She said to get the money out of the toilet.”
Almost simultaneously, Justin and I frowned at him.
“This is not funny,” I said.
“Not even a little bit,” Justin said.
Connor’s face fell.
I sat him up on the counter and we had a serious talk about putting things in our mouths that don’t belong there and how we love him too much to see something bad happen to him.
Of course, he cried, and gave us hugs.
Today’s silver lining: At least he told us.
Connor knew he was in trouble but he came and told us anyway. I made sure to tell him how proud I was that he did the right thing and told us what had happened.
But holy God, sometimes I think that boy does things simply because we tell him not to.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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