My wife once managed an Indigenous craft centre in a remote community in Central Australia.

It was a busy workshop.

Most of the artists were creating batik-style artwork in a desert Aboriginal design.

🏆💰 The finished products won awards and brought in funds through sales to overseas and local markets.

🤹‍♀️💼 The job was a juggling struggle because child number four had just started crawling.

🔥 The hot wax, paints and craft tools were all within easy reach.

👶 We put in an old-style pen in the workshop to keep our daughter limited to a small crawl area.

😱👀 One day, out of the corner of her eye, my wife thought she glimpsed a dressmaker's pin disappear down the throat of our little daughter.

'Gulp'

👩‍⚕️ We called the air ambulance and flew her to Alice Springs.

X-rays showed that there was a pin on its way through the digestive tract.

🙏🏼 Good news - it was going down head first.

Eldest son, aged 18, was living in Alice at the time and when he heard the news, he went straight to the hospital.

Six hours after the pin swallow it was the eldest son who found the pin by sifting through the soiled nappy.

💪🏼 Desperate times call for desperate measures.