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This past Thursday, D decided to ingest a quarter and it got lodged in his throat. We have no idea why he put a quarter in his mouth ~ just a theory that it was the most convenient hiding spot for it. He was gagging and rather panicked about it staying stuck, but he was able to talk and breathe. Since we now live a ways out from help, I drove him to the closest hospital. He stopped talking for the ride, which made it hard for me to gauge how he was doing while keeping my eyes on the road. He was calm by the time we got into the ER and we had no real wait to be brought back. Of course, he’d also thrown up when getting out of the van (change in position seemed to trigger it.) And, his fear had him holding saliva in his mouth until it was more than he could hold and it all came out.
The doc ordered up a chest x-ray to confirm something was stuck in his throat. Then, he ordered a neck x-ray to see if it was in the esophagus or the air way. Thankfully, it was in the esophagus. This community hospital’s ENT docs didn’t feel confident pulling it out, so we had to wait for transport to A.I. Dupont in Delaware. It took almost an hour for transport to arrive. By then, Stephen had taken the older boys and driven out there. I rode on the ambulance with D. While I could have had him to Dupont hours earlier if I’d driven straight there, I kept reminding myself that I couldn’t know where in his throat the quarter was stuck and I definitely could not do much if he took a turn for the worse.
After another few hours in the ER at Dupont, they admitted him for the night. The doctor said they sometimes see kids finish swallowing something overnight when they sleep. That didn’t happen for D as the quarter stayed stuck in the same spot the whole time. Stephen stayed with D while I took the older boys home for the night. The next morning I secured a family practitioner (something I had been putting off since moving here) and still need to set up a follow up visit with them. I also had a friend help me pick up my van from Union’s ER lot to stay at her house until we could bring D home. Stephen called when the procedure was done, but it took a while for him to be ready to leave recovery. So, the older boys and I got lunch at Chick-Fil-A (a splurge at a fast food joint we haven’t been to in years) and headed over to the hospital.
Once we were there, D was chowing down and drinking a TON. Poor guy had an empty belly and a semi-sore throat to appease. After a few hours of waiting, they released him and we headed home with a pit stop to get our other vehicle. While it seemed like things moved at a snail’s pace at times, I am so thankful for the excellent care we received. And, I am glad it happened on a long weekend for Stephen so I wasn’t juggling it all on my own.
I hope some enjoy watching the slide show for this adventure. I only put the chest xray in. Can you find the quarter???