Olivia Update

When Bryan and I start to get a little too comfortable in our roles as not-so-new parents, the girls like to change it up—just to keep us on our toes. Case in point: Last Wednesday night, Olivia shows us her find of the day—a rectangular rock, a bit larger than a Jolly Rancher. She had kept it in her pocket along with various other items like a Silly Band, a hair clip and a fair amount of rubber mulch.

I agreed it was indeed a good rock, and I sent her up to bed. I tucked her in, said our good nights, and closed the door.

Ten minutes later, she came running out of her bedroom, obviously struggling with something. I wasn’t sure if she was going to vomit, or if she was just trying not to cry. I didn’t realize what was happening until it was over. She swallowed hard once more, and cried out from pain.

My “WHAT DID YOU DO?” was met with “I SWALLOWED my ROCK.”

Shit.

In the next two and a half minutes, I:

  • Found shoes for me (but not for Olivia, I’d notice later),
  • Questioned how it was possible I didn’t realize my child was choking as she stood in front of me,
  • Tried not to think about what I would have done if I HAD known she was choking,
  • Prayed she didn’t cough or vomit in way that would cause the rock to become lodged in her esophagus, and
  • Loaded her into the car for a trip to the ER.

During that same two and a half minutes, Bryan followed me around, yelling a series of questions:

  • WHY DID SHE HAVE A ROCK?
  • WHO GAVE HER A ROCK?
  • WHERE DID SHE GET A ROCK?
  • WHY DID SHE HAVE A ROCK?

Two hours later, I’m sitting in the ER of a college town at 10:30 pm, with a perfectly healthy almost-four-year-old who did not appear to be remotely interested in purging a rock. So, we waited. And waited. And waited. We had a good four hours to discuss things that are appropriate to put in our mouths, and things that are not.

The ER doctor assured me a rock wouldn’t show up on an X-Ray, so they just needed to be sure her airway was clear. By the time she’d had a good snack and quite a bit to drink (which led to roughly 35 trips to the bathroom—in bare feet), they determined she was probably fine and sent us home a little after midnight. They guessed she’s pass the rock in a day or two.

And here we are a week later . . . still no rock. Apparently it’s not easy to digest gravel.

I called to check in with our doctor, who assured us a rock would indeed show up on X-Ray. But, the X-Ray was clear, so that either means the rock escaped unnoticed, or rocks don’t show up on X-Ray. Either way, we’re off poop patrol.

I suppose I should be resting a bit easier now, too, because Olivia happily informed me, “When I get my next rock, I promise I won’t swallow it.”

4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Gramma Great on September 15, 2011 at 4:13 pm

    Thanks for the “rock update!” We’ve been wondering how things were going in that department. It’s funny to hear about it now, but I’m sure it wasn’t a bit funny when it happened!!!!

  2. Posted by Laugh at Jessie on September 15, 2011 at 7:51 pm

    I’m so sorry but am glad Livie is okay!

  3. Posted by Rebecca's Mom on September 15, 2011 at 8:55 pm

    I’m sure Olivia kept everyone in the ER quite entertained for the four hours she spent there. So glad she is doing okay. I’ll bet she is mad she didn’t get her rock back. . .

  4. Posted by Laura on September 16, 2011 at 11:12 am

    This story terrifies the bejeezus out of me.

    Just sayin’.

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