what happened was that i was home alone with olive, a package of screws for hanging the curtains & new prints was on the table. while i was on the computer she pushed a chair over to the table, climbed up to said table, and claimed aforementioned package of screws as her own. when i turned around she was making a chewing motion with her mouth and she had a screw in her other hand. i immediately ran over and pursed her cheeks telling her to spit it out, which i have never had her not comply with. she's a very obedient and comprehensive child. but no screw came out and upon doing a finger sweep in her mouth i felt nothing. so i figured my first line of defense would be to try to make her throw up the object since it couldn't possibly be that far into her stomach let alone intestines. i must say that trying to make your baby throw up is the worst, most pitifully sad thing i've ever done with a child. she was was whimpering and acting very confused about my actions. so no screw came up so in the following two minutes i called david and told him to borrow a car from a workmate (he has of course ridden his bicycle to work) and meet me at riverside's ER, then my mom to tell her what was up, to start praying, and that i would not me meeting her that night as previously planned, then austin to tell him to pray. each conversation was about 2 sentences long and then i just ran to the car with olive. half way there i the following thoughts go through my head:
- what if i have a panic attack and can't take care of her? (my worst and constant lingering fear)
- THANK YOU LORD that we just got health insurance on monday!!
-you forgot olive's shoes
the actual time spent at the ER was of no real note. i will mention that the clock in our particular room was about an hour slow though. very odd for a hospital i thought. oh and olive hates rectal thermometers, go figure.
and that concludes olive's first trip to a doctor