07/08/2025
Parenthood is full of curveballs. I ended up spending the forth of July in the ER this year but not because of fireworks. Our 4 year old ate not just one tiny magnet but two. Not at the same time... he had one, then two hours later he was like... hmm... yeah... let me get another one of those. Luckily he thought it was cool enough that he told us about it.
After a quick call to poison control we confirmed that he needed to go in. They basically explained that as long as they weren't together, they were worried about them and they'd pass right though. They just wanted to make sure that the second one that was still in his stomach made it through this stomach. On day two it did, but immediately joined with the first on at the end of small intestine and beginning of large. The fear with two magnets together is they could pinch the wall lining and get stuck and cause major complications.
But ultimately the doctors decided that they were small enough and weak enough and that little man had no symptoms so we just needed to give him some time and check his stool see if they come out but if they dont in a few days, then we would have to explore other options.
And then on day 3, while on vacation and out to dinner at a steakhouse, little man announced he needed to go. I asked the restaurant for some gloves, shut the water off to the toilet, and then-- TINK! I literally heard the magnets hit the bottom of the bowl. We all celebrated with vanilla icecream.
My apologies for the graphic story conclusion but you know what? Parenthood is graphic. It is not for the faint of heart. And when your son craps out magnets you get pumped and want to shout it from a hilltop.
And yes, we have now thrown away these super fun sensory magnets. Probably a good idea until all our kids are old enough to not put random stuff in their mouths.