Swallowed

Ryan is nine in February. On Monday night he was in his room, bathed, teeth brushed, pj's on, prayed with, and tucked in; thirty minutes later he comes slowly down the hall with fear written all over his face. Ryan rarely falls asleep quickly and often not until he's been in his room for two hours or more; coming out of his room is a common occurrence. Yet, being afraid and upset is not common. He came into my room while I lay on my bed watching TV.
"Mom, I swallowed one of my Magnetics balls." and then he burst into tears.
He proceeded to explain - answering my question why and how! - that he was lying on his pillow and it accidentally rolled into his mouth. I don't think so!
I got up and went down to tell his dad that I would be taking the boy to the emergency due to the swallowing of a magnetic ball.
I called my mom - a nurse - to check and see if I really needed to do that. I hate going to the hospital at night; it always takes way longer than it should. She was unsure so I called the BC nurse line.
After going through all the personal information I was connected to a nurse who then made me repeat everything I had just said to the operator - honestly.
After hearing the birth date of the boy the nurse actually remarked that you'd think that an almost nine year old would know better. I KNOW! You're telling me?!
Since I told the nurse on the phone that the ball was magnetic, I was informed that I would need to go that night to seek medical attention. I hang up.
His dad then proceeds to explain that the ball is not magnetic, it is just a metal ball. It does not stick to other metal balls or other metal objects. Apparently I had been told all of this but was not listening. So now - because I didn't give the right information to the nurse line - I had to call again to ensure that I was given the right information.
AH!
In the meantime, Ryan is dressed and ready to go. He's drinking sparkling water because he is panicking and feels unsettled in his stomach. He still looks more worried and freaked out than I've seen him in a while.
I called the nurse line again; going through all the same info - twice. I will give them credit, as they did have the information on file from the last call and so the nurse knew all the details pretty quick.
This time I was told I could wait until it 'passed' and call the doctor in the morning. If he begins to feel sick or not be able to go to the bathroom, then as the nurse put it, 'you have to go back to - he swallowed a metal ball on Monday - and take him to the doctor.' Unreal. It will take up to seven days for it to 'pass' which means I now need to investigate each poop to ensure that it does.

The boy thinks the poop deal is pretty funny. But of course! :)
Oh, and by the way - he was doing a magic trick. Well, it did disappear. He later explained that it turned out to be a really long act.