You know it's going to be an interesting night when your husband texts you: "I THINK RYLEE SWALLOWED A MARBLE OR POSSIBLY MARBLES". I'm sure my husband thought the same thing I did - oh sh@!. Of course, his was more figurative where mine was much more literal.
You see, when a one year old swallows something they shouldn't (i.e. a purple marble, or possibly purple marbles) and they don't choke to death (seriously, one of my biggest fears) and it's not dangerous (think circle batteries or safety pins) that said "something" will pass...by way of poop.
Hubby called his sister to see what we should do because apparently Google's answer was not sufficient. She's a nurse (and a mom) so she knows.
Side note: Isn't it funny how we always ask a mom for a diagnosis?! I'm 31 and I still call my mom with a list of symptoms and ask, "So, mom, what do you think I have?"
Anyhoo, her answer was the same. A marble is round and smooth, so she'll poop it out.
"You're just going to have to check her poop," she tells me (as I'm making tacos. You're welcome for the visual), "just get a baggy and squish the poop around."
My response: "Girl, my life at this point is all about poop. It's all good."
And it will be. I'll check the little lady's poop for the next 4 to 5 days (more like 2 - according to Google) and find that purple marble...or possibly purple marbles. Nature will take it's course.
I mean, but seriously, isn't this kind of like life?! Sometimes we have to let go and let nature take it's course. We find something shiny and think "what the hell?" and then discover there's no emergency exit. The only way out is though. And we might be knee high in poo at the end (figuratively, of course) but we survive. And y'all, so victorious when we find that dang marble - or possible marbles.