We were picking things up in Kaylee's room the other night just before bedtime. She was putting away tiny foam crafting stickers that she had been playing with when I heard the dreaded words. No, not "I just puked." Although those are definitely up there. They are the other words that strike fear into the heart of any mother. "I JUST GOT IT STUCK IN MY NOSE!" Are you kidding me? Chris said he saw her do it, but he thought she was just picking her nose. Nice.
As I assume my natural freaking out position (includes wide eyes, flailing hands, and a shrill voice), Chris tries to calm the also-freaking-out child. I pull myself together and look in her nose. I can see it. It's orange, and I think I can get it with tweezers. Chris asks Kaylee to blow her nose to see if it will come out, and of course, she sniffs in instead. It's not that she doesn't know how to blow her nose. It was just instinct, I think. At that point, the foreign object is sucked into oblivion and no longer visible to the naked eye. I'm getting nervous again. By the way, she's screaming in pain pretty much this whole time.
I go call Urgent Care, and as I suspected, they tell me that I need to take her to the Children's ER where they are "more equipped to handle that sort of thing." Sheesh. After hanging up, Kaylee says, "Hey, it's gone! I'm OK, Mom." Hmmm... what does one do now? We decided to do nothing. I consulted a nurse friend the next day who agreed with my suspicion that she probably ended up swallowing it without even realizing it.
Our new favorite saying around here: We never ever put anything in our nose, right? Right.
