I am slightly annoyed when my cell phone rings and I see it's my husband. What does he need now?
"Hi Hubby." I then hear some incomprehensible speak about a bead, my toddler daughter's nose... it won't come out... SHE STUCK IT UP THERE!!!
"Umm... have you tried to get it out? Have her blow her nose..." I'm still processing what he's trying to tell me, and why he's so upset.
"YES, I've tried to get it out! IT WON'T COME OUT!" My hubby is clearly in a panic.
We decide it's time for an emergency room visit. Unfortunately, I'm at least 40 minutes away from home. Daddy is less than 15 minutes from the ER. We plan to meet at the hospital. I apologize to my friend for leaving (fortunately, we drove separately), and book it out the door.
I race to the hospital in record time, minivan wheels smokin' in my path. I walk in and look around the reception area for my hubby and daughter. They are not there. I ask the receptionist if a toddler girl and dad have already been admitted somewhere. Nope. Now, I'm in a panic. I wait. For at least 15 minutes. Finally, daddy and daughter come in the ER door. How in the world did I beat them?
We are sent to the pediatric ER, and we explain to the triage nurse that our daughter has something stuck up her nose. She gives us a quick nod of acknowledgement. "Polly Pockets?"
"Huh?" We are confused.
"What is stuck up her nose? Polly Pockets?"
"Oh... It's a bead from a Christmas decoration."
"Ah. Polly Pockets seem to be the most popular item to get stuck up noses lately. Those things are dangerous!" The nurse then looks down at her triage sheet and checks "Object stuck up nose" for diagnosis. Yes, there is an actual line item for that.
After we get into the room, a resident inspects my daughters nose.
"Yep, there's a red bead up there! Beads are the worst because they are round -- it's harder to get them out." She makes a couple of futile attempts to get the bead out, then mumbles "Gosh, we might need to sedate her to get this one out."
By this time, my daughter is in tears and freaking out. She wants to leave. I have yet to see this bead up her nose. It is apparently pretty far up her nasal passage at this point.
The doctor enters. He pulls out a small tool that looks like a tiny spoon with a long handle.
"We have special tools for getting objects out of kid's nostrils. You would not believe how often this happens." I do believe it... now.
This doctor proceeds to spend the next 15-20 minutes shoving this little spoon up my daughter's nose like he's on an expedition.
"I almost got it! Oh, I lost it again. Man! Those beads are slippery!"
"I have it now! ...maybe not."
There are mentions again of sedation...
I'm positioned around my daughter's head keeping her calm and still, while the doctor and nurse literally play the game of Operation on my daughter.
"I'm sure I've got it." BUZZ. Try again.
Finally, a small red bead appears from my daughter's nose. It's one of those Styrofoam decorator berries from a Christmas wreath. But my daughter thought it was just the right size to shove up her right nostril.
To this day, my daughter panics anytime someone puts any small object near their nose. She even announces when she has a small bead in her hand, "Don't worry, mom -- I won't put it in my nose!"
This story was brought to you by Working Mom Wednesday. The prompt was a time my little one got a boo boo.