This morning I helped an x-ray tech stretch my young son’s body out on the table. And then pin him down like a professional wrestler.
Seriously, I can’t even get his diaper changed these days and we’re supposed to keep him still while she runs behind the wall and hits the magic button.
Somehow it worked the first time.
She pulled the film tray from underneath the table and slid it onto the light panel on the wall.
“Hmmm….. they usually show up on the x-ray right away.”
Even from across the room, I could see that what I was dreading was not there. No small, bright white disk somewhere between his middle and his bottom.
The official report came from the radiologist at 3 pm: “no foreign objects found.”
So thank God that he didn’t swallow the coin, or God knows what else behind my back. I was beginning to ramp up my paranoia and fear that there would be an entire collection of stuff down there of various shapes and sizes. A veritable cornucopia of swallowed stuff.
In my relief, I forgot to ask the x-ray tech the most important question of all, “Usually? Just how often do you have to do this??”
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We had the exact same experience about 6 months ago with Phabian. No objects were found on the x-ray (or in his poop which is even less fun when you have a potty trained child). It does make you wonder before the x-ray though what they might find.
I was thought to have swallowed a penny as a young child, so my mom searched my poo in the toilet every day by poking at it with a knife, I think for a few weeks, because the doctor told her she should make sure it came out. It was never found, according to family lore, and I am (apparently) no worse for the wear. For my entire childhood you could make any one of us kids run in terror by threatening to bring out the poo-poo knife. Best of luck to you and Adam!
Thankfully, no one hear has swallowed anything bad. But I had to hold down my youngest during an x-ray to check for broken bones. That? Was horrific.