Miss Emma got to take another trip to the ER this evening.
Tony always leaves old batteries on the counter by our back door for recycling. Abby and I were cleaning up in the living room. Miss Emma went into the kitchen. She was being awfully quiet. Quiet always means trouble, so I went into check on her. She climbed up on a chair by the door.
Our conversation went something like this,
me: "What are you doing?"
e: "Eating food."
me: "What kind of food?"
pause to open her hand and show me two button batteries
me: "Did you put a battery in your mouth?"
e: "Yes."
me: "Where is it now?"
e: "In my belly" big, proud smile on cute little face.
me: "Crap!!"
I called poison control. They said to bring her in for x-rays. If it was in her tummy, no big deal, she would pass it in a few days. However, if it was stuck in her esophogus it could reak major havoc. So, I dragged Tony in from outside and off we went.
Of course, everyone and their brother was up north for the long weekend, so there was no one for Abby to hang out with while we went. She had to come with. She bawled for quite awhile about how she loves her baby sister and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to her!! (Note to self...next time she says this, record it...play back when Emma is reaking havoc on her big sister's toys and Abby is screaming, "I hate my little sister!!")
We arrived at the ER and were ushered right in to triage. The nurse took Emma's vitals and thought that she was just the cutest thing. She sat in that big chair all by herself, looking SO DARN ANGELIC! Almost like she was saying, "Who me? Eat batteries? No Way! I don't get into trouble." We sat in the exam room for awhile and waited for the doc. She came in and took a listen and told us that someone from radiology would be back for us soon. What seemed like an eternity later, they came back and Mommy got to hang out with her while they took the x-rays.
We went back to our room. While waiting for the doc to come back, Emma was climbing into a little kid chair and fell out, right smack on her head. She got a nice mark on her forehead. Doc came in and said that she couldn't see anything on Emma's x-ray. She most likely didn't eat a battery. (Yea!) Emma started hollaring that she had to go potty, so I took her to the bathroom. She went, washed her hands and on the way out, walked smack into the side of the door. Another mark on her poor little - already red - forehead.
There was our Saturday...2 hours wasted, 20% on an ER trip that we really didn't need and Emma left with two owies that she otherwise wouldn't have gotten. She and Abby did get a blue popsicle, for which Tony and I got reamed out for taking them away when it was time to get into the truck. Nothing like being repremanded by a two year old.
That little girl is something else. And what a little handful!! She's my little handful though and I love her dearly!
