(warning: this story is less than pleasant, so don't read if you're the queasy type)
Tuesday night I was at a ladies' activity at our church, enjoying my away time immensely, when my phone rang. It was Reid, in a panic, telling me that Eliza was dry heaving and that he was really worried and I needed to come right now. Now, i've seen my share of sick kids, but i've NEVER had a kid with both a terrible cold AND the pukies! I rushed home to see a very swollen-eyed Eliza, and a panicked Reid. Eliza hadn't actually thrown anything up, but had "wretched" (reid's words, here) for like 10 minutes. He said she'd gotten a little bit of paper in her mouth and thought that maybe that was what was causing this.
So, she stayed up with us until 10 or so, and then i fed her and put her down. When midnight rolled around and she hadn't puked i figured we were good. Then at 2:30am she did it again. It was the saddest, scariest thing ever. I don't know how to explain it, but it was awful. again, nothing was coming up, but for like 20 seconds at a time she'd "dry heave"--turning bright red, and then scream and the end of it. It was awful. But once it was over she was fine. so weird. by 3:30am i was delirious and figured i should just put her down and stop freaking out over this.
The next morning she seemed fine, apart from this cold, so i was hoping we were over it. But then it happened AGAIN!! This time was the worst. Each "heave" was lasting for soooo long, and she was in so much pain, and I had no idea what in the world was going on. And for a minute there I was so sure that i was loosing her--a feeling i'd been fighting all night, that had kept me up praying so much of the night.
But with the last little gag, I looked in her mouth and found this: (not the lens, just the wrapper on it)
I spent hours and hours that day in shock, on my knees, in tears--thinking over and over how amazing it is that she is alive. I don't know that much about the human esophagus or wind pipe--but the fact that this thing was wedged in one, and didn't go down the other for 14 straight hours seems like nothing short of a miracle.
And that day it was me who wanted to hold her all day.