A Crappy Day. Literally.

Little miss thing still hasn't passed her quarter.

I might have freaked out a little and taken her in for xrays to make sure it wasn't stuck inside her somewhere.

$100 ER visit---check!

exposure to radiation---check!

$fazillion xrays---check!

Just as everyone predicted, I paid a ton of cheddar to have a doctor tell us to go home and wait it out. But I figure, there's always that ONE case. You know, the one where the quarter gets lodged in the esophagus or whatever and has to be surgically removed. The one case where the kid has a terrible allergic reaction to the foreign object they swallowed. I don't want to be the "one case" and wish I had done more to help my daughter.

So we had xrays done, I paid through the roof, and now I have some peace of mind.

You just can't put a price tag on that. Not when it's your baby girl.

Annnnnnnnd there it is! It's in her colon and the ER doc said it should be out in 24-48 hours.

That was 7 days ago.


I've sifted through some serious [expletive] over the past few days.

It was really really gross. Especially since poor Quincy heard the ER doc say it was probably going to hurt to pass the quarter...so she decided to "hold it in" until she couldn't hold it any longer.


My girl has some iron will. Or should I say "nickel will"? "copper will"?
Whatev, she managed to hold it in for 5 days.
TMI? Probably.


And we still have no quarter. She's like a little money pit...the cash goes in, but it isn't coming out.

But during my little treasure hunt, I had to laugh. THIS is motherhood.
Any of you women out there that are expecting your first child, don't read that "What to Expect" nonsense...drive over to the ER. That's where you see the real mothers.

The mother on the phone with the insurance company, trying to settle a crazy bill that wasn't covered for who knows why.

The mother digging into the depths of her bag, desperately trying to find a stray fruity snack or stick ot gum to buy her another 10 minutes of peace while stuck in a waiting room with antsy children.

The mother holding a bowl while her son pukes in it.

The mother being wheeled out to her car with a yummy newborn in her arms. Awwww sweet. Wait, why is she in a wheelchair? 45 minutes of stitches and 2 ice packs, that's why. Maybe a broken tailbone, cracked ribs, or a herniated disc.

The mother that rushes in holding her daughter's teeth in place under a bag of ice.

So yeah, I laughed out loud as I became aware of my one arm in the toilet bowl, and the other holding a toddler on my lap to keep his hands out, and the third child yacking in the corner because she inherited her mother's gag reflex and toilet diving is the epitome of gag worthy tasks.


And then there is Little Q, just standing by, exhilerated, clapping, giggling, and asking,

"Hey, did you find it, Mommy? Can I keep the money?"


They are totally helpless without us, aren't they?
I am totally helpless without them.

I love being a mother.