It's been a rough day. Spent the morning getting S's flu shot and BB her followup flu shot, which (thanks to misinformed Kaiser volunteers and employees) required nearly two hours and visits to four different locations on the hospital campus. But apparently that wasn't enough time spent at the hospital today, because this afternoon I had to go to the Kaiser E.R. with BJ.
It started when BJ refused to take a nap, so S had him do quiet playtime instead. About 20 minutes into quiet playtime, I heard BJ choking and gagging. I ran in and found him with a handful of coins.
"Are you OK? What happened?" I asked in a panic.
BJ, grinning, replied, "You swallowed a coin!"
Somehow, he'd managed to quietly climb up to a high shelf where we've been keeping his "coin jar" (a plastic bouillon container pressed into use as an interim piggy bank). Yes, this is BJ we're talking about, our child who (supposedly) is not a climber. He'd unscrewed the lid and strewn the coins all over his bed. A quarter was clutched in his hand.
Oh shit, ohshit, I'm thinking as I scooped up coins and monitored his breathing. "What color was it?"
"Brown," he informed me, still quite proud of himself.
He was breathing normally at that point, and there was no sign of the coin in his mouth, so I called the Kaiser nurse line. They said to bring him in for an X-ray. Thank heaven S was home from campus and able to stay with BB while I took BJ to the emergency room. It could have been so much worse.
We were "only" at the emergency room for about two hours, all told, and sure enough, there was the tell-tale circle on the X-ray.

It had passed through his stomach already, which was good news. (Apparently it's most worrisome if the penny gets stuck in the esophagus or stomach, and it can be a big problem if it is a penny
minted after 1982. Those have a higher zinc content, and if they get stuck in the body they can produce chemicals as toxic and corrosive as car battery acid.)
The doctor said we should find it in his diaper in the next two days, and if we don't then we'll go back in for a followup X-ray.
When I got home and showed S the discharge form, I had to smile at least a little bit. In the instructions to patient, the doctor had actually written, "Don't put coins in mouth."
I'm sure this is the kind of thing we'll laugh about, someday. But right now I'm a frazzled mess. And perhaps the most frustrating thing is that BJ is laughing about it
now. While we were at the hospital, on the ride home, and during dinner, he kept giggling about "BJ and the coin! BJ and the coin!"
I've heard this laughter before, when I lose my cool at him. I'm now convinced that this laughter is a nervous response, a release.
It isn't meant to push my buttons. Even so, it does. There's just something about being laughed at when you're absolutely furious. Of course I found myself growling at him: "It's NOT FUNNY." Which simply made him laugh all the harder.
When I was growing up, my sister and I had a habit of laughing at my mom when she'd yell at us. If you got her really worked up, the capillaries on my mom's face would become more visible. One in particular, on her left eyelid if I recall correctly, would look uncannily like the number 19.
"Nineteen! Nineteen!" my sister and I would cackle, pointing.
Now all I can say is, Mom, I'm so sorry. So very sorry! At least I only required one childhood visit to the E.R., though, so perhaps today I paid off the karma for that. (I hope so.) They took me in because I insisted I'd been bitten by "a jumping, biting, flying frog." My mom had interpreted this as a toddler's description of a bat and was convinced I needed rabies shots. Apparently, when we got to the hospital, I informed the doctor that I had merely been stung by a bee.
I guess I should be feeling happy that BJ told me the truth. It will be interesting to see if he was absolutely honest -- of course, when we find it, the coin will indeed be "brown." So in one sense, at least, he can't be wrong.
Then I'll just have to decide if I should soak it in bleach and save it for the baby book, along with the X-ray!