You know how every one's house has a certain scent and every one's house has a certain level of order to it, our house has both of those things and a certain level of surprise too. Yesterday, around 4pm, I was chatting on the phone with Sloane's ti-ti and Sloane ran up to me pulled up her shirt and started playfully touching her mickey button. So, I put my call on hold and began the ritual of kissing the mickey button all up! Saying "ohh, I love your button! your button is so pretty! let me kiss that button" and Sloane giggled away. Ti-ti patiently waited on the line. As Sloane wiggled her away away from my kisses with a smile, her button slipped out of her belly and plopped on the floor! YUP folks!! These are the type of things that happen at our house. We love the element of surprise on a Saturday afternoon!!
Sloane kept walking, I picked up the deflated button perplexed, told my aunt that Sloane's button fell out & hung up, scooped Sloane up, peeked at her hole in her belly for any tramua, and then calmly made our way to her changing table. Sloane is happy as a calm. This is a regular series of events in our home. This has happened before. We also have had inflated buttons get pulled out which isnt such a calm event for anyone. I always have 2 mickey buttons here...shhhhhh dont tell our insurance company. I worry that something could happen to my spare after I insert it and then we would have to go to the ER for another one. Not exactly our idea of a family trip.
Once on the changing table, I give Sloane's belly a quick rinse. Gastric juices do not always smell like roses!! Lube up the new button. Draw 5 mls of water into my syringe. Insert the button. Blow up the balloon with the 5 mls. Kiss the button for good measure one more time. Place Sloane on the floor and she is off!! Call my aunt back and start the convo after a hello with "That was odd!"Like I said a normal series of events in our house.
Once, I have some time. I investigate the button. I fill in with water and immediately see it had a hole so it empty its 5 mls in Sloane's belly before plopping out. Sometimes, buttons just get old and their inflated area/balloon tears. I decide not to toss this button. I am going to use it as a teaching tool. When I was in the classroom, we would say "embrace the teachable moments"...well, I am going too. I think it is a good idea to show everyone the button and review a good plan of action if they are ever faced with a button plopping out. I have heard from so many members in our circle of trust that they would die if the button came out on their watch. The truth is it can happen to anyone and it is not that scary. It sounds it, but it isn't...especially when the balloon deflated before sliding out because Sloane feels no pain. If the button's balloon is inflated then there are screams. Picture your stud earring sliding through your earring hole. I am sure people imagine that you can see right into Sloane's belly once the button is out, but that's not true. I know people think that when you re-insert it, it might go in the wrong place, but after the track is established that can't happen either.
It has taken 19+ months to get to a point where I can give directions for inserting a mickey button as clearly as making a PBJ sandwich. The truth is Sloane's button got ripped out the 1st time on my watch while my hubby was away on business and it was not a calm event at all. Sloane was in pain, I was nervous, and a bit timid. I walked myself through the procedure, reinserted a button and then it became second nature. The 2nd time was on my hubby's watch and that button too got torn out. He had a similar experience as me, but somewhere along the procedure he decided to boil the button quickly before re-inserting it for sanitation purposes!! When our surgeon, who we LOVE, heard this she laughed her ass off. She knows my hubby well enough to not have been shocked. She reminded him that the mickey button is inserted into the least sanitary place on Sloane's body and that next time boiling is not necessary. Hahahaha
Like I said a normal series of events in our home.
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