ME!
I wasn't going to tell this story but decided, after careful research, that I'm not as horrible as some other parents. Just horrible by my own standards.
A little over 3 weeks ago on a Tuesday night I began cooking supper - nothing fancy, just spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. The best garlic bread is to be made here because the Europeans have the best crusty bread - hands down. Oh, so anyway, not to get off topic - I put Kruz in his walker (yes, even tho he's walking) because he can reach the top of the stove and when the oven is on the door gets extremely hot. I gave him a piece of crusty bread because it's chewy and he'll entertain himself for awhile so I can cook. Literally, 45 seconds later he chokes and screams like he swallowed a nail or something and vomits about 4 times in a row. I felt terrible but he eats everything just fine and he's had bread before with no problems.
The next day, and the next, and next, and next he won't eat anything. Every time he tries, he swallows then vomits and screams bloody murder. Maybe the bread scratched his throat?
I have Kelley tell the team we need a doctors appointment but seriously, these things are not a priority with management so it took them until the following Wednesday to set up an appointment for the next Wednesday. By the time the day of the appointment rolls around Kruz has started to seem a little better. The day before I was able to feed him very small bites of rice and he kept it down with no screaming. I almost cancel but decide to take him anyway. The doctor checks him out but refers us to a Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist for Friday. Go figure. We ended up canceling the appointment because by Friday he was totally back to normal and we had no problems over the weekend.
Then on Monday I made taco's and he ate about a million little pieces of diced chicken with no problems whatsoever. Tuesday morning (exactly 3 weeks from the day he choked) we woke up, came downstairs for breakfast, changed his poopy diaper and started school.
About 10 minutes later I heard Kruz cry out in the other room. He had crawled up on a kitchen chair, his chest and arms were lying on the seat of the chair and his legs and hips were hanging down the side. I figured he thought he was stuck - hence the yell- so I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck and screamed so loud. His little body was so tense, classic baby constipation symptoms. He pushed and screamed for about 2 minutes and I finally laid him down on a towel and took off his diaper.
You'll never believe what I literally had to pull, with my fingernails, out of his little tiny baby bottom.
This 2 cent European coin. I'd guess about the same size as a penny. I don't know where he got it, well yeah, on the floor somewhere, but the sucker was lodged in his esophagus for at least 2 weeks then it took another week to pass through the rest of his digestive system.
I've never felt like such a failure until I did a little research. I started looking on the Internet to see just how harmful a penny could be and in 1997 alone over 21,000 children swallowed coins. And that's just the documented cases. Twenty One THOUSAND!
I guess I'm not the only horrible parent after all.
By the way, you should see the statistics for pets that swallowed coins. There's one man I found that swears his dog swallowed a quarter and he got back two dimes and a nickel.
I wasn't going to tell this story but decided, after careful research, that I'm not as horrible as some other parents. Just horrible by my own standards.
A little over 3 weeks ago on a Tuesday night I began cooking supper - nothing fancy, just spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. The best garlic bread is to be made here because the Europeans have the best crusty bread - hands down. Oh, so anyway, not to get off topic - I put Kruz in his walker (yes, even tho he's walking) because he can reach the top of the stove and when the oven is on the door gets extremely hot. I gave him a piece of crusty bread because it's chewy and he'll entertain himself for awhile so I can cook. Literally, 45 seconds later he chokes and screams like he swallowed a nail or something and vomits about 4 times in a row. I felt terrible but he eats everything just fine and he's had bread before with no problems.
The next day, and the next, and next, and next he won't eat anything. Every time he tries, he swallows then vomits and screams bloody murder. Maybe the bread scratched his throat?
I have Kelley tell the team we need a doctors appointment but seriously, these things are not a priority with management so it took them until the following Wednesday to set up an appointment for the next Wednesday. By the time the day of the appointment rolls around Kruz has started to seem a little better. The day before I was able to feed him very small bites of rice and he kept it down with no screaming. I almost cancel but decide to take him anyway. The doctor checks him out but refers us to a Ear, Nose and Throat Specialist for Friday. Go figure. We ended up canceling the appointment because by Friday he was totally back to normal and we had no problems over the weekend.
Then on Monday I made taco's and he ate about a million little pieces of diced chicken with no problems whatsoever. Tuesday morning (exactly 3 weeks from the day he choked) we woke up, came downstairs for breakfast, changed his poopy diaper and started school.
About 10 minutes later I heard Kruz cry out in the other room. He had crawled up on a kitchen chair, his chest and arms were lying on the seat of the chair and his legs and hips were hanging down the side. I figured he thought he was stuck - hence the yell- so I picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck and screamed so loud. His little body was so tense, classic baby constipation symptoms. He pushed and screamed for about 2 minutes and I finally laid him down on a towel and took off his diaper.
You'll never believe what I literally had to pull, with my fingernails, out of his little tiny baby bottom.
This 2 cent European coin. I'd guess about the same size as a penny. I don't know where he got it, well yeah, on the floor somewhere, but the sucker was lodged in his esophagus for at least 2 weeks then it took another week to pass through the rest of his digestive system.I've never felt like such a failure until I did a little research. I started looking on the Internet to see just how harmful a penny could be and in 1997 alone over 21,000 children swallowed coins. And that's just the documented cases. Twenty One THOUSAND!
I guess I'm not the only horrible parent after all.
By the way, you should see the statistics for pets that swallowed coins. There's one man I found that swears his dog swallowed a quarter and he got back two dimes and a nickel.
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