Just as we were wrapping up our day, the PCP out and says “Humph, I just swallowed a Mighty Bean.”
So, in what was one of my most terrifying mommy-ing moments to date, we made sure he could breathe and swallow. I moved my hand all the way down his airway a centimeter at a time in a "can you feel it here" exercise, to no avail. He kept saying I think it's in my tummy. After conversing with a nurse and our doctor, measuring twice and painstakingly describing the darned thing, it was with equal parts worry and irritation that we set off (in the midst of a monsoon might I add) to the Scottish Rite Emergency Room.
After a handful of x-rays and a consultation with a GI doc, they decided to let it pass. Literally. And you’d think he might have learned a lesson about swallowing toys, but nah, he thought it was all pretty grand.
I’ve got my little potty seat prepped with a plastic baggie and can hardly wait to start sifting through his poo. This is definitely going to be one of those “the things I do for my children” experiences.
With that, I’m going to go to bed incredibly thankful that this didn’t turn out much worse (I can hardly let my mind go there) aaaaaaand with fingers crossed that he can postpone a bowel movement until Honey gets home from work tomorrow. (Similarly, I can hardly let my mind go there either. TMI?)