So what's so unbelievable about a safety pin, you ask?
Well, nothing much...it's actually the where and the how I found it that strains credulity. You see, I discovered it yesterday as I was changing Asher's diaper; and the end that I've labeled in the photo, is the end that I spotted poking out of his bum...it's the very end I had to grab a hold of, in order to help my son expel the big ol' safety pin from his posterior.
John and I had a very serious talk with Ruby that evening, during which she admitted to having fed the pin to him. I was in shock - and still am - that the thing made it's way relatively smoothly through his digestive tract. It's upsetting to think about all the terrible scenarios...all of the scary things that could have happened in this situation - but thankfully - didn't.
What if the pin had been opened when she put it into his mouth? What if Asher had aspirated it? What if it had gone down the wrong tube? What if it had turned horizontally as it was making it's way through the tiny passages and organs?
I just feel so blessed that he was watched over and protected by a loving Heavenly Father; and I, in turn, have committed to "watch over" big sister more closely...and also do my best to help her understand the possible outcome (and consequences) of such preposterous practices.