My Child…

Yesterday I had all these grand plans to really clean my house, I was going to move furniture, roll up the living room rug, I mean really clean, but my plans came to a screeching halt. I was dusting my bedroom when Monkey came in, the conversation went something like this: “Mama, it’s stuck.” “What’s stuck Monkey?” “In my nose.” “What’s in your nose?” “Nothing.” “Did you stick something up your nose?” “No.” “Let me see.” She starts to cry, “I’m sorry Mama.” I looked up her nose and there it was, a bead, and not a small bead either. I got the tweezers and tried to get it out, but it wouldn’t move. I pressed on her nose hoping it would pop out, but nope. I pressed on her other nostril and had her blow, hoping she could blow it out, but nope. I called Hubby, “Your daughter.” “What did she do?” “She stuck a bead up her nose and I can’t get it out.” “Well, you’ll have to take her to the ER.” Great! I load her up in the car and we head to the hospital. We arrive and check in. The clerk asked what her symptoms were and I said “She stuck a bead up her nose.” The clerk laughed. Once they call her back the nurse looked up her nose and said “Yep, it’s a job now.” She and another nurse try to get it out with a pair of scissors, but Monkey was screaming and squirming, so they gave up, and they couldn’t move it anyway. By the time they gave up on the scissor idea half of the ER was in the room trying to figure out what was going on. She was crying “Help me Mama.” I along with the rest of the room responded with “We’re trying to help you.” They decide to try and suction it out. Once the tube was up her nose, the bead was out in a matter of seconds. The bead popped out and everybody clapped! Monkey said “That wasn’t too bad.” Everybody laughed. The doctor came in to make sure there wasn’t any damage done to her nose by the bead. We were discharged and I said “I bet you don’t pull that stunt again.” Monkey said “I won’t do that anymore, I was nervous.” I asked her what possessed her to stick a bead up her nose and this was her answer, “Well Mama, I was trying to be a pig.” Children…

1 Comment

  1. Ky Woman said,

    July 12, 2008 at 2:38 pm

    Ohhh, the travails of having children…

    Never a dull moment. You know that the house cleaning will always be there, right?
    And Monkey will only be young and pass this way once. Enjoy those days. Besides, all good stories to tell her future dates and children. Kinda like blackmail, but not.

    And be careful of moving furniture and stuff! Doc should be doing all that heavy stuff for you. You are supposed to be kicking back and taking it easy. You’re expecting. ;-)


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