Because we always need a little more drama right before we’re set to leave on a trip, it so happened that this week (Tuesday evening to be exact) Ezra swallowed a Goobi ball. We both immediately freaked out — he because he swallowed the small iron ball, and I because he was clutching his throat and until I realized that he was also screaming, I thought he was choking. Ensuing madness: I first thought the ball was magnetic and worried about that quite a bit. Finally I looked up what the balls are actually made of and called the doctor. She assured me it should pass in three days, but if it didn’t we needed to come in.
OK, three days. As days one and two passed, I started to worry that if it didn’t pass on day three we might have to delay our trip. (Could we even get an x-ray on a Saturday?) So I called the doctor’s office again this morning and made an appointment. They sent him for an x-ray (a picture of which I will add once I get it), which showed that the ball was in his colon. OK, more waiting.
Turns out he passed it a couple of hours after the x-ray so all is well and we are headed to Belize on schedule!
Oh, and here’s a before and after picture of what a Goobi ball looks like once it’s traveled through a six-year-old boy. Ezra insisted on keeping the product of his digestive system, and luckily Bruce was on hand to handle its cleanup.
