Yesterday, I had planned on writing another Japanese crafting post for Label-Free but life got in the way. My little monkey gave me quite a scare. That’s being mild. To be more accurate, she scared the shit out of me. No, even that’s too tame a description. Imagine me: crazy, wild, angry, worried, imagining the worst.
What did Isabelle do that caused this? She swallowed a little duck pendant.
It happened when I was trying to get Isabelle to sleep. Right before I was about to put her down, she saw her pendant. It was a gift from my mom. We had put it on a necklace on her on the weekend but removed it because her hair was getting caught in it.
Well when she found it, she happily chattered on about her duck and I let her hold onto it because sometimes she likes falling asleep with a toy in her hand. I put her in bed, turned off the lights, lay down next to her, and gave her milk. Then all of a sudden I heard it in her mouth! I picked her up and went for the light and she made little gagging noises. Once the lights were on, I looked in her mouth, and it wasn’t there. I looked on the floor, on the bed, it wasn’t ANYWHERE. I asked Isabelle, “where’s the duckie?” And she pointed to her open mouth!
I freaked out and called Alan at work. He immediately headed home. This has never happened to us before. So yeah. We were frantic.
I then immediately called Kaiser’s advice line, you know, where you’re supposed to get help from a nurse. They have a recording that says to help you decide if you need to be seen in the emergency room or give you advice until you can make an appointment or something to that effect.
Let me reiterate, this has never happened to us before. We didn’t know what to do. I was imagining the worst. I didn’t know what this pendant was doing to Isabelle’s little insides. And since it was a gift I don’t even know what it’s made of. And the nurse I spoke to, I didn’t catch her name I was so frantic, didn’t make the situation better. She actually made it worse. She was AWFUL. Making comments like, well she’s 2, 3 years old, you better get used to her swallowing stuff. How did that comment help?!?
And, did you want to go the the emergency room or call at 6:15 for an appointment to see your doctor? That’s why I was calling. I DON’T KNOW. Is she going to be ok until she can see a doctor? Me imagining Isabelle not waking up and just all sorts of scary stuff.
And, well you need to be calm, you’re not helping the situation. I knew that. But she wasn’t helping the situation either! Where was her nice helpful manner?!
The call finally ended with me frantically asking, “I just want to know if she’ll be ok for now. CAN YOU TELL ME THAT?!?!”
When Alan got home, I told him about the call. Repeating how it went just drove home how terrible the nurse was. I realized I didn’t feel any better. In fact, I didn’t trust the nurse’s advice, that’s how bad the call was. So, I called again. I got a different nurse and explained I had just called and asked if the computer showed the name of the nurse I spoke to. She was hesitant and said it didn’t say. I then asked if it showed I called. She replied yes. And then I asked what the computer says was the reason for my first call. The nurse said, “a sore throat?” WTF? A sore throat?! Yeah. Imagine then how pissed off I was at that first nurse.
Well the second call did turn out better. The first nurse didn’t give bad advice. She just had an awful bedside manner I guess you’d say. So after maybe a couple of hours of sleep for me we went to the hospital where Isabelle saw her doctor and got an x-ray. (Pictures thanks to Alan having his cell phone because you know, in my state I wouldn’t have my camera) See the pendant I outlined in red:
And I could say so much more at this point but I’ll stop now because my 3 hour nap obviously wasn’t long enough. I’m running on empty again. So I’ll end with this:
Isabelle will be fine. Basically we’ll just have to look for the pendant to pass. Mmmm yum. Digging through poo. And I think I’ll end the post here, on poo. Goodnight all!