Emmett's Fight is starting a new addition to our blog post's. Once a month we will share a story about another child who swallowed a button battery and his or her fight to survive. I hope by sharing another child's survival story will help our effort's by spreading awarenesst. Emmett is not the only child who has suffered from swallowing a button battery. According to the National Poison Control, 3,500 children each year swallow button batteries. We believe that there are many cases left unrecorded. Read Beau's story and please continue to help us spread the word!
Meet Beau! He is the sweet big brother in the photo.
I want to thank Ashley, Beau's mother for sharing her thoughts and experience with us. I know personally, sharing a tragic experience is like opening up a wound. I appreciate her courage and desire to educate parent's about the danger's of button batteries. Thank you Ashley!
Beau's Story:
By Ashley Peterson
I’ll never forget the morning that changed my outlook on life forever. I was sitting on the floor of my living room, nursing my youngest 2 month old son, when my 3 ½ year old son, Beau came tearing out of his room shrieking in panic and pain. He cried to me, ‘Bubba, owie, owie.’. I pulled him into my lap and kissed his forehead and asked what happened, and normally, this is all that it took to fix any ‘owie’ he got. Whether it was after surgery, a fall, a stomach bug, everything was always fixed for him if I put my arms around him and just cuddled him. This was very different. He would not relax in my arms, he was stiff, jerky, could not get comfortable. He kept screaming and crying and I began to become alarmed. He could not calm down enough to tell me what exactly had happened, could only make out that he had fallen off his bed and pointed at his chest and stomach as the sources of pain. My husband walked in the door from work shortly after and I had decided to take Beau to the local ER to make sure he hadn’t suffered a concussion or something else. Right before we walked out the door, Beau vomited everywhere. At the ER they scanned his stomach and abdomen, checking to make sure no organs had ruptured in the fall. While we were there, he continued to vomit. Although he had no fever, we were discharged within an hour with a few Zofran to help with his vomiting and the comments that he may have just fallen on something or it could be the flu.
Once home, Beau continued to cry in pain, could not get comfortable and could not keep anything down, and continued to vomit. I’d been noticing since the hospital there were dark flecks in his vomit (that was pretty much the only thing in them) and had noted how odd it was b/c he hadn’t eaten anything besides a waffle that morning and that was long since upchucked, so I couldn’t figure out what was still in his stomach. Now looking back I know that it was the corroded tissue and lining of his esophagus. After 4 hours of no improvement and continued vomiting, despite doses of Zofran, and him still screaming in pain and telling me, “I’m not okay. I need to go to the dr. I’m not okay.” I knew something was not right, and it was not something viral. Beau was a strong kid, he had a ridiculous pain tolerance. He’d had 3 surgeries by the time he was 2 ½ yrs old, and he’d never even had doses of Tylenol afterwards. Each time, by the time the anesthesia wore off, he was back to his old self. I knew that if he was still this immobilized by pain hours later, something was very wrong. So we went back to the ER. This time they gave him a CT scan, which was horrifying, and stated it was probably a coincidence and a virus, and to just make sure he didn’t get dehydrated. We were discharged and back at home, Beau fell into a fretful sleep for 2 hours. When he woke up he was completely frantic and crying and vomiting. He still hadn’t been able to keep anything down and it was about 10 hours since the ordeal began. I went into his room at that point determined to find out if there was ANYTHING in there he could have injested that maybe was obstructing his digestive tract or poisoning him. The only thing I found was a booklight that he kept in his room to read himself to sleep. The back was off and there were 2 empty spots for 3v lithium button batteries. I only found 1. I held up the battery I found and saw little impressions that looked like teeth marks. I started to panic as I held it up to him and asked if he knew where the other ones were. His eyes got wide and he instantly lost control and began blubbering incoherently and would not calm down until I put the battery out of his sight. I instantly knew whatever was wrong had to do with this battery, but I thought the worst thing that was possible was that it was lodged in his gi tract somewhere and would need to be removed. I had no idea that it was currently electrically searing a hole through his esophagus and getting closer and closer to killing him as I stood there and tore my house apart at 11:30 pm on a Thursday night trying to find the missing battery. I woke up my husband hysterical and sobbing, begging him to find the battery so that I could relax and believe this was truly just a stomach virus. As he searched I made the mistake of getting on google. What I found horrified me. Countless stories and CAPS LOCKED WARNINGS about the lethal effects of ingested batteries on children, in a fraction of the hours that one had probably been in my own son’s system, had me at a complete loss and I wished I could just put my hand down his throat magically and pluck it out. I couldn’t believe that there was something like that in my son and I could do NOTHING but watch him suffer and pray that I wasn’t too late.
We
tore back to the ER. We raced in and
told them we now were almost positive what was wrong was that he’d swallowed a
battery. The nurse obviously had no idea
how serious this was as she stuck us in a room, told us that he’d already had a
lot of radiation today, and we should probably just go home because it was most
likely just a virus. Finally an x-ray was taken and I’ll never forget looking up with Beau in my arms and my heart
sinking as I saw the prominent outline of what I knew was in there. We were on the AZ/Mexico border. 1 ½ hours south of Tucson, the closest
children’s hospital. I felt we would be
medevac’d up there, they would surely know that every minute counted. Instead, we waited 45 minutes for an
ambulance to get there, so that we could drive the speed limit through the
canyons. I was sobbing and praying on my
knees next to my son who was now completely passed out from the pain and
exhaustion. My husband was weaving
behind us with our 2 month old son in the back seat. At this point I was well aware my son was in
the fight of his life and we would be lucky to walk away from this at all, I
couldn’t even get my hopes up that we would walk away with our lives
unchanged. When we walked in the doors
of TMC, the nurses had already pushed my son to the beginning of the surgery
list, assured me that would make sure he was fine, and had us settled into a
large, private room. Beau was in surgery
within an hour and before they took him back, the surgeon asked us if we had
any questions and I just remember staring at him and begging him to hurry so
that Beau wouldn't be hurting anymore. I
vaguely remember them warning us about possibilities of perforations, the fact
they wouldn't be able to do much more than pull the battery out, hopefully,
with a scope b/c generally in situtations like this the lining is so damaged,
they could do more harm than good. I
remember going to the bathroom in the waiting room and vomiting and
praying. I remember calling my mom sobbing,
asking her how she got through it when my brother had had a massive stroke when
he was 14 and she didn’t know if he would be okay.
In a short amount of time our surgeon was back in front of us showing us
a blackened, charred circular object that barely resembled a battery. It had been in Beau for 20 hours and was unrecognizable. He was telling us that a lot was still
hanging on what they discovered at the swallow test. The little bit of his esophagus he saw was
badly burned, but that he had seen worse, and we would take treatment options
one day at a time. He shook his head and
said he does not understand why battery companies don’t put some sort of
coating on them to make them taste bad to discourage them from putting them in
their mouths, or at least keeping them there.
Beau woke up screaming for water.
I had to tell him no. I cried as
I told him because I could only imagine what it must feel like to have your
throat with 2nd or 3rd degree burns and be told you can
not soothe it with water. The nurses
called down to where they do the swallow studies. When there was no answer, they physically
walked down there to ensure Beau would be seen immediately so we could know the
results as soon as possible. My heart
was in my throat, as I soothed Beau and begged him to swallow the liquid so we
could see if there were holes in his esophagus.
I had prepared myself that there would be some because how could we be
so lucky as to walk away from this without one. Miraculously, there were none. However,
the erosion was severe and we were told he would only be allowed to have
clear liquids until further notice.
I was nursing his younger
brother, and I’d actually only weaned Beau a few months earlier, and from all
of his surgeries, I knew breast milk was deemed a clear liquid, so I asked if I
was allowed to give him that. I was sure
that he would get more nutrition from that than water, and I also had hopes
that maybe it would coat his throat and help it heal faster as well as keep out
infection. His doctors loved the idea
and encouraged me to do just that. Beau
begged for food, but was satisfied with just ice and breast milk. He was given an antacid while we were in the
hospital, but that was the only medication.
We were in the hospital a total of 4 days, while they kept him under
observation. By the time we were released, Beau was allowed
to eat any foods that were the consistency of baby food. Unfortunately, Beau has sensory issues and an
extreme gag reflex to any foods with this consistency, so he mainly stuck to
breast milk and mashed French fries and beans.
We were told to stick to that diet for a few weeks until a follow
up. When we were released I remember
asking what I should watch out for. They
said often after an injury like this, scar tissue will build up and close off
the esophagus so that his surgeon wouldn’t even be able to fit the tip of a pen
into the hole. If this happens he would
need a surgical procedure to stretch the tissue back out. All I could do was watch for signs that Beau
was choking.
The next few months were hard. I was so paranoid about a stricture forming,
or when Beau would get a cold and a cough, that the cough would put too much
pressure on his damaged throat and it would cause it to blow. There is nothing like knowing your child is
dying to make you realize just how devastating and unimaginable the possibility
of losing them really is. Every time I
walked into his room for weeks afterwards, I wasn’t able to breathe. I would start to panic and would have to
close my eyes and remind myself that he was healing now. For Beau, it wasn’t any easier. He was unfortunate to be past that magical
age of 3, where they suddenly start remembering things long term. His nightmares were horrible. His screams of sheer terror woke us up every
night for months. He would come tearing
out of his room, sliding as he made the turn into the hallway trying to outrun
whatever monster was suddenly chasing him.
He suddenly seemed to have realized he wasn’t invincible, and fear was
an emotion that was new to him. Slowly
they began to subside, and randomly Beau began to talk about the whole
experience. It’s been almost 10 months,
and I won’t allow anything that has those batteries in them into my house. It seems everything they are in have the
flimsiest battery covers known to man. I
can still not wrap my hear around the fact that something so lethal is so
accessible and I had no idea I was placing it into my child’s hands by giving
him a book light. Beau is back to eating
a normal diet, although his gag reflex is even more sensitive now. Our family will never be the same, and
although it taught me a new appreciation for my life and the health of my
children, it was an unnecessary injury to my child that could have been avoided
if I’d known it was possible. Every time I look at Beau I know that we are
unbelievably blessed that our biggest scars were some months of nightmares and
a few weeks of a restricted diet. I
believe that because he was older and his esophagus was bigger, and he was able
to tell us just how wrong something was with him, he was able to survive and
fare better than those kids who are younger with the same injury. Now that my youngest is turning 1, I keep
picturing what it would be like if it was him.
There are so many things that happen to our kids that are out of our
hands, sickness, disease, etc, that to have a danger out there that is
preventable if parents are only made aware of its existence, seems like a crime
to me. With the use of button batteries
on the rise, so is the danger they put our kids in.
