The Marble Incident

I recently pulled up to "Nannyland" in the morning to find that Hannah and Dad were home alone.

"Two hour delay?" I asked chuckling.
"Well, you know about the whole marble thing, right?" He looked exhausted.

Marble. Marble. I'm racking my brain Ah. He must really mean granite. Did someone hit their head? What is he talking about?

So it turns out that the previous Saturday, (THANK GOODNESS NOT ON MY WATCH!) Drew decided to eat a marble. But not really a marble. Just a stainless steel ball a little larger than a marble. Then, he proudly proclaimed to all the citizens of Nannyland: "There's a marble in my tummy!"

No one had filled me in. It was Wednesday.

The doctor's told them that the marble would just pass on through Drewbie's pipes but on Tuesday night poor little Drew started getting quite sick. They went to the local hospital which promptly placed 4-year-old Drew into an ambulance and sent them down to the Children's Hospital in the city.

I wish I could somehow scan the x-ray and put it up on the internet. But please try to imagine the tiny, cute x-ray of a 4-year-old child...with a big dot right in the middle of it.

As it turns out, the "marble" got stuck in Drew's gastroesophageal junction (a.k.a. the thing that connects the esophagus to the stomach) and wedged itself there. They were planning on scoping it out, but as soon as they dislodged it disappeared into the stomach before they could retrieve it, and said it would work its way through for real this time.

"And this morning it was in my poops!" Drew proudly told me on Friday morning.

This job is fabulous birth control.