Today is a big day for me as a mother: I took my first kid to the ER.
I put Silas down for a nap and about five minutes later I heard him screaming. When I came up to his room, he told me that he had swallowed a tack. (The map above his bed is held up with tacks, which fall out on a regular basis.) Silas kept grabbing his throat and crying about the tack hurting him. Peter thought we should take him to the emergency room. I called our insurance's nurse advise line and the nurse concurred. So off we went to the emergency room, where we waited a lot, got an X-ray, waited some more, and eventually talked to the doctor who confirmed that Silas had a tack in his stomach. The doctor had called a surgeon to find out if the tack needed to be removed. Apparently spiky things that are shorter than
two inches will usually pass without harm (for everyone's future reference). I do, however, have to make sure that the tack passes within a week...which means...drum roll...yep. They sent me home with a big bag of gloves. Now we can just hope that Silas doesn't sit on it when the prodigal tack returns.