Mouse-icle

It seems that I forgot to post about a certain incident, which will lead to the incident that happened yesterday. Let me start with the first, naturally.

Zak and I had come home from dinner a few nights ago (precisely August 22) and we were both worn out. As we sat in the dining room, for one reason or another, I wanted to go into the living room. When I got up and started walking, I stepped on something round and hard, yet small. I went to pick it up, as it could definitely be a choking hazard to John, but it looked strange. I got closer to see what it was, and it was a mouse head! Beside it where it's little paws, and one leg. The rest of the poor creature was missing - the cats must have gotten him. I did the typical frantic housewife jumping on the chair act, as if it were alive and running in between my feet. Zak disposed of it, and we both wondered how it got in our apartment, as we're on the 2nd floor. I settled down, and went on with my night.

Now - that brings me to yesterday. I was going about cleaning up, getting ready to watch the 2 little ones for an hour; nothing out of the ordinary. John crept silently into my bedroom, which I allowed, as there was nothing in there to harm him. As I was running back and forth doing errands, I noticed he was sucking on something. It took me no longer than a second to realize that he was sucking on the regurgitated mouse body! Because it was all deformed now and whatnot from being swallowed, thrown up, and now sucked on like a popsicle, I couldn't tell if John had swallowed any other parts.

I quickly grabbed the nasty thing, scolded John, and tried to induce vomiting. When nothing came up, I rinsed his mouth out with water, and gave him his bottle. I didn't think it was a big deal that he sucked on it, just merely a gross factor. I texted Zak about it, and he thought it'd be wise to see if John could get sick from it.

I tried to research it under Google, "9.5 month sucking on dead mouse" but obviously no other child had done this. I called my mother, who wasn't home, but my brother was. He told me that John was fine. I tried to call my maternal grandmother - no answer. I then called my paternal grandmother who is a retired registered nurse. She flipped, though I think it was mainly from the gross factor. 

I called the hospital's Tele-Nurse, and she gave me the number to Poison Control. Poison Control then gave me the number to the Rabies hotline. The Rabies guy gave me the number to the Animal Control, and after all that time, I found out that he should be fine, though he could get sick. The first thing to watch for is worms. Something treatable, and mainly just gross. The second is salmonella, and the last being leptospirosis which can be potentially fatal. 

So for the next 2 weeks, I have to watch and see if he has any symptoms, which from the sounds of it, can be anything. Whether you pray, cross your fingers, or believe in lady luck - think of John.