Tuesday my youngest goes to preschool, and after I picked him up we came home and I got him a snack of yogurt and pretzels while I went all ADD on the house while making my lunch -- started unloading the dishwasher because I needed a plate for my sandwich, then stopped halfway through to get the clothes out of the dryer and put the wet clothes in from the washer, went to throw away the lint from the dryer and grabbed some chips from the pantry, went upstairs to get some more laundry and remembered I was still hungry, went back to the kitchen to make my sandwich only to start unloading the dishwasher again -- you get the idea. My youngest was sitting at the table eating his snack as I was running around all crazy, when all of a sudden he started coughing and gagging. I knew that he was "okay" because he was coughing, crying, and breathing, but I still went into mom-panic-mode and scooped him up and slapped his back, and made him drink all in an attempt to wash down the pretzel stuck in his throat. He was scared and he said that it was still in his throat, I assumed that the pretzel had scratched his throat and just kept making him drink.
I finally got him calmed down, and my sandwich abandoned, I was cuddling with him on the couch. I asked him if he was okay as I stroked his hair and kissed his forehead and he looked at me and said:
"Swallowing that penny was scary."Well of course I FREAKED OUT because I thought that he had been choking on a pretzel. I probably could have gotten it out when he first started choking and gagging, but silly me, I wrongfully assumed that he was choking on the food that I gave him to eat and not some random object he'd found on the table. I thought that at 4, we were past the point of putting money in our mouths.
Tuesday -- No poop.
Wednesday -- No poop.
Thursday -- Still no poop, so I called the doctor who asked if this was "normal" for him (and I honestly don't know. I mean, I haven't closely monitored his poop since he's been out of diapers). In any case, they instructed us to give a laxative and extended the timeline to Saturday.
Finally, this morning, we had a little poop, but no penny. Conversations with my little piggy bank revealed that swallowing the penny had hurt so much that he was now deathly afraid to poop because he thought it would hurt again. We had tried in vane to dispel this fear, but the 4 year old was having none of it, until he finally pooped today. Now he believes us that it isn't going to hurt, but still no penny.
So the downstairs toilet remains wrapped in Saran Wrap to catch the elusive penny and unavailable to everyone but him, and my box of latex gloves is on the counter. And I will spend my day trying to catch up on housework and asking the 4 year old every 30 minutes or so if he needs to poop so that I can play with it until I find the penny.
Just waiting for change.