26th Aug, 2008

String

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My youngest child, who surely must think his name is Nose-Top, has the disconcerting habit of eating things.  Everything.  Really, really everything.  I can see the appeal of taste-testing rocks (some of them look like candy, for real!) but mulch?  Or the walls?  Or for fuck’s sake his teddy bears?

While his doctor tries to sort out this issue, we do our best to stay on guard about what the child puts in his mouth and provide him with safe items to bite. But we can’t be there every instant, especially (for example) when he heads to bed at night.

And what does my little billy goat do in the privacy of his bedroom?  He tries to eat his blanket, of course, and I’m not (yet) a cruel enough mommy to deprive the boy of nighttime comfort and warmth.  String by string he endeavors to dismantle the very fine piece of quilted work his grandmother made on the event of his coming home with me, and while this process is by no means quick, it is evident in the blanket’s well-frayed edges that he’s making progress.

What goes in must come out, and let me assure you that passage through the digestive tract does little to string beyond altering its color.  More times than you’d like to know I’ve ever so gently removed along with the poo a string from the boy’s behind, and you’d better believe that I pray every second I’m doing so that it’s a 3-incher and not a 6-incher.  Or a footlong.

Which is all very funny when I’m describing it to my good friend in the confines of my living room, but it’s another thing altogether in the park on a warm Sunday afternoon.  My eldest befriended a little girl of her age; they swung high on the swings and compared notes on obnoxious little brothers.  “My brother eats string,” she confided.  “Then my mom has to pull it out of his butt.  She says he’s just like a lawn mo…”

“Alrighty then!” I interrupted her before she could finish her thought.  “That’s a story we don’t need to share at the park.”

Because no matter how amusing I find it that my boy comes with his very own pull-start cord, I’m not sure that the other mommies would want to know.

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I had to give my 13 month old a bath at one thirty last night because she had… fecal matter… in her ears. on her face. in her hair… everywhere.

Do not believe diaper companies when they tell you they can hold up overnight.

You’re allowed to say POOP on this blog. :)

I guess this gives new meaning to “no strings attached.”

My younger son once swallowed part of a black-and-yellow chequered toy car modeled on those airport vehicles that guide the airplanes along the tarmac. He slurped down the plastic “follow me” sign off the top of the car, and believe me, we followed its progress meticulously until it appeared in his diaper days later.

This, too, shall pass (so to speak).

I work in veterinary medicine, so I am very used to removing odd items from animals tushes. Beer caps, socks, strings, my dog actually eats gold balls and passes them. (Sometimes we get the items through incisions when they get completely backed up. Like the dachshund that ate 10 socks).

I’m sorry. It must be frustrating as a parent. Hopefully he’ll grow out of it, or you can find a way to divert it.

PS: I am so dying for a hitachi!! Haha. just wanted to comment on that.

I meant to say golf. Not gold. Sorry!! If he was eating gold, I’d be pretty ticked off. :)

It’s kind of like flossing! Start giving him mint-flavored string!

LOL. My mom told me that when I was a child, I generally had my blanket nearly (or very much so) stuffed down my throat. It was something she knitted for me, simple but effective, and surprisingly I had it for a long time. I don’t know how I didn’t choke on it, but apparently I really loved that blanket, even to the point that my dad had to leave work one day and bring it back to me.

In any case, I don’t think I ever had string pass through me, but it was sure a possibility. Kids do some crazy things, to be sure.

Ah could be worse, I had a healthy habit of eating handfuls of dirt when I was a kiddie. Actual handfuls of it just scooped out the flowerbeds.
My best friends parents have a picture of a piece of playdough she ate and pooped out. It didn’t even change colour and nothing else came out the other end with it. It’s just a big ball of yellow playdough in her nappy. They love showing people the photo.

Good luck with that. :)

Reminds me of my nephew who’s 12 this year and who put popcorn kernels into his ears once because he was mimicking his father putting hearing aids into his own ears.

His hearing got worse in the coming months, he was taken to the doctor, the doctor peered in with his scope and marvels over how completely nephew’s ears have become blocked.

Surgery was scheduled. Black masses “blocked” both ears.

Turns out the corn molded and sprouted and blocked everything. Came out fine, though, but nephew still speaks pretty unclearly 10 years later after having bad hearing throughout 2 formative years. :P

Friggin’ kids.

You made me laugh, even though i am pulling out my own hair after 5 weeks of school holidays.

Ahh, fun stuff :)

My 3 year old probably thinks that’s his name too but mostly because he won’t stop running into oncoming traffic, not the eating everything thing. Oy.

My 7 year old was the one who put EVERY.THING. in her mouth. She ended up with lead poisoning. It was awful but that’s how we found out the soil at our old house was contaminated (she would eat dirt by the handfuls).That might explain why our carrots always looked so funny :-/

Ha ha, I just got the Nose-Top joke.

We went through this with our son. It was horrible! The doctors found no deficiency he was trying to make up for so we called in Early Intervention. He was about a year old then.

Nothing was safe. He very methodically pulled strings from toys, towels, blankets, the rug! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip - Eat. Obsessively. I was mean enough to put him to bed without blankets. I was petrified of a bowel obstruction. It got to the point where he was also sans pajamas as he’d be naked by morning anyway with half the material in his belly. Teddy bears would be missing a hand or foot and ALL their stuffing.

So the nice early intervention people evaluated him and worked with other sensory tools (He loved the brushes most … think fingernail brushes but softer… its some kind of hospital thing) and eventually they determined he was under immense frustration at his inability to master certain tasks. He stopped the eating the day he passed the purposeful play milestone. He is still a sensory kid though. He has a thing for silk that I am pretty sure will one day be a full blown fetish. Everything is evaluated on feel first. His preferences are towards cool, silky and soft. I do still find a lot of teeth marks in odd things as he tests that sense but none of the full on eating that scared the hell out of us.

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