Not. Again.
Yesterday morning Logan was out in the back yard while I was getting everything ready for us to go to the gym to train photographer friend (I've pretty much stopped lifting now & just walk for 45 minutes - more on that later this week). I could see him through the living room window as I packed up the backpack. Suddenly, I got "The Mommy Feeling", where I knew something wasn't right & he was getting into trouble.
I walked out in the back & ask him what he's doing. He points to his nose.
"NOT AGAIN!", I freak out. "WHAT DID YOU PUT IN YOUR NOSE THIS TIME!!!!??? YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT ANYTHING IN YOUR NOSE!!!!!". I tilt his head back & take a look.
"OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE A ROCK IN YOUR NOSE!"
I had no idea how I was going to get it out. There was no scraping this thing out with a bamboo skewer, no sucking it out with the nasal aspirator, no doing the "nose maneuver" because I was afraid that it would tear the inside of his nose. I thought I was going to have to call photographer friend to cancel our workout so I could take Logan in for an emergency visit to get a freakin' rock extracted from his nose.
I took Logan upstairs into his bathroom, yelling at him the whole time about putting things in his nose. I got the nasal aspirator just to clear out the snot so I could get a better view. While yelling at him, he was crying & began to cry hard enough that he started coughing & gagging. The force of one of his coughs made the rock explode out of his nose & it landed in my lap.
I don't feel the least bit sorry for making him cry so hard.
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Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
The many hats of Mom
Moms do many things, wearing many hats. House cleaner, baker & cook, librarian, teacher, chauffeur, the list goes on. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that one of the many parts of my role as "Mom" would I ever be an expert in object extraction or a pseudo-nasal surgeon.
Saturday night Logan was eating his dinner & I was sitting at the table with him. Since his many "nose incidents" he is no longer left to eat without a watchful eye on him at all times. Before, he would sit at the table & eat while I would be in the same room, unloading the dishwasher, talking on the phone, reading a magazine, whatever. But now? Somebody sits with him & watches every single bite that goes into his mouth. This night we decided that after Logan was finished with his dinner & going to bed that we would indulge in some of the best burritos in town (Logan never eats them, so we don't bother getting him one anymore).
I sat with Logan the whole time & when he finished, he was still hungry & asking for more. I made him a second helping of vegetables & told Bill that since Logan was pretty much finished with dinner, I was going to go ahead & pick up dinner. Bill sat with him at the table (I assume) & I left.
On my way home, Bill calls to tell me that Logan had stuck a pea up his nose once again & didn't know how to get it out. Feeling irritated, but confident that I could get it out, I told him that I would do the "nose maneuver" when I got back in two minutes as I was just down the street. I come in to see Logan naked after his bath standing on the stairs telling me that he has "pea in nose". I scold him in an exasperated tone, knowing that this was going to happen again, but irritated that he hasn't learned his lesson & the lecture from the Doctor when she pulled a band-aid from his nose was pointless.
I get him in his room & start puffing in his mouth to get the pea to pop out. Logan is freaking out & screaming. I have no sympathy at all. "Well, maybe you should stop putting things up your nose & we wouldn't have to do this!", I tell him. I even tried digging it out with a bamboo skewer (much like I did with the toothpick & the eraser head), to no avail. After a few more attempts it becomes clear that this pea is stuck & we'll have to go to the Doctor in the morning (SUNDAY MORNING - FATHER'S DAY) for an emergency visit to get it out. I am more than upset with Logan, I am furious. His insurance just rolled over to one plan (he was insured on two) so now we have a 20% co-pay rather than free visits. An emergency trip to get a stupid pea removed from his nose AGAIN would cost us a chunk of change. After yelling at him about it all & getting him to bed, I come downstairs in tears because now we're going to have to pay more for his visits like this & he should have caught on about how bad this "habit" is already.
The next morning I get up with Logan so Bill can sleep in for Father's Day. I get his diaper changed & figure I would try to get the pea out again. I would much rather try again when fully rested & less hormonal than have to take him to the Doctor that morning. So, I get the nasal aspirator & the bamboo skewer again*. After ten minutes of sucking it out as far as it would go & then trying to pierce it or hook the skin of the pea with the skewer, I finally got it out in two parts. Relieved, I still scold Logan & tell him that if he ever, EVER puts anything up there again, he will not watch cartoons, play with toys or go to playgroup for a whole week. He will lose everything he has (like a two year old understands this concept, but whatever).
I am so fed up with this stage & I know no other kids like Logan who are equally as obsessed about sticking things up their nose. It's to the point of ridiculous now. I am, however, now a skilled expert in removing various objects from my toddlers' nose. I wonder if I could ever put this on my resume.
*Disclaimer for parents who are digging things out from their kids' noses: I don't recommend using sharp tools like tooth picks or bamboo skewers to get whatever it is out. It's better to let the Doctor's do it for you because you could either make the situation worse by shoving the object farther up the nose (resulting in a surgical removal) or you could injure or damage your kids' sensitive nasal cavity. Unless you have had a year of practice like I have, take them to a real professional.
Moms do many things, wearing many hats. House cleaner, baker & cook, librarian, teacher, chauffeur, the list goes on. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that one of the many parts of my role as "Mom" would I ever be an expert in object extraction or a pseudo-nasal surgeon.
Saturday night Logan was eating his dinner & I was sitting at the table with him. Since his many "nose incidents" he is no longer left to eat without a watchful eye on him at all times. Before, he would sit at the table & eat while I would be in the same room, unloading the dishwasher, talking on the phone, reading a magazine, whatever. But now? Somebody sits with him & watches every single bite that goes into his mouth. This night we decided that after Logan was finished with his dinner & going to bed that we would indulge in some of the best burritos in town (Logan never eats them, so we don't bother getting him one anymore).
I sat with Logan the whole time & when he finished, he was still hungry & asking for more. I made him a second helping of vegetables & told Bill that since Logan was pretty much finished with dinner, I was going to go ahead & pick up dinner. Bill sat with him at the table (I assume) & I left.
On my way home, Bill calls to tell me that Logan had stuck a pea up his nose once again & didn't know how to get it out. Feeling irritated, but confident that I could get it out, I told him that I would do the "nose maneuver" when I got back in two minutes as I was just down the street. I come in to see Logan naked after his bath standing on the stairs telling me that he has "pea in nose". I scold him in an exasperated tone, knowing that this was going to happen again, but irritated that he hasn't learned his lesson & the lecture from the Doctor when she pulled a band-aid from his nose was pointless.
I get him in his room & start puffing in his mouth to get the pea to pop out. Logan is freaking out & screaming. I have no sympathy at all. "Well, maybe you should stop putting things up your nose & we wouldn't have to do this!", I tell him. I even tried digging it out with a bamboo skewer (much like I did with the toothpick & the eraser head), to no avail. After a few more attempts it becomes clear that this pea is stuck & we'll have to go to the Doctor in the morning (SUNDAY MORNING - FATHER'S DAY) for an emergency visit to get it out. I am more than upset with Logan, I am furious. His insurance just rolled over to one plan (he was insured on two) so now we have a 20% co-pay rather than free visits. An emergency trip to get a stupid pea removed from his nose AGAIN would cost us a chunk of change. After yelling at him about it all & getting him to bed, I come downstairs in tears because now we're going to have to pay more for his visits like this & he should have caught on about how bad this "habit" is already.
The next morning I get up with Logan so Bill can sleep in for Father's Day. I get his diaper changed & figure I would try to get the pea out again. I would much rather try again when fully rested & less hormonal than have to take him to the Doctor that morning. So, I get the nasal aspirator & the bamboo skewer again*. After ten minutes of sucking it out as far as it would go & then trying to pierce it or hook the skin of the pea with the skewer, I finally got it out in two parts. Relieved, I still scold Logan & tell him that if he ever, EVER puts anything up there again, he will not watch cartoons, play with toys or go to playgroup for a whole week. He will lose everything he has (like a two year old understands this concept, but whatever).
I am so fed up with this stage & I know no other kids like Logan who are equally as obsessed about sticking things up their nose. It's to the point of ridiculous now. I am, however, now a skilled expert in removing various objects from my toddlers' nose. I wonder if I could ever put this on my resume.
*Disclaimer for parents who are digging things out from their kids' noses: I don't recommend using sharp tools like tooth picks or bamboo skewers to get whatever it is out. It's better to let the Doctor's do it for you because you could either make the situation worse by shoving the object farther up the nose (resulting in a surgical removal) or you could injure or damage your kids' sensitive nasal cavity. Unless you have had a year of practice like I have, take them to a real professional.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Oh My GOD - two ways
This morning was the first day our new house cleaner started. Remember a little while ago when I interviewed someone to trade with & I was pretty certain it would work out? Well, it didn't. Her husband ended up convincing her that she didn't need a personal trainer & that she could do it on her own (this is a great rant for another day). So, I continued my search. About a week later someone else wanted to interview. She works professionally for a new company here in town who does background checks & they gave her a really good reference. She's a little odd (like ADD eccentric), but I hired her without hesitation.
I trained her here at home in the playroom (I'm not going to build a studio) & afterward she stayed to clean everything from top to bottom. I had to leave her here alone while I dropped Bill off at work & trained photographer friend at the gym. I was only going to be gone an hour, so I felt OK about leaving her for the first time. However, when I was getting Logan ready for the morning, I noticed that he had something stuck up his nose AGAIN & knew he would have to get it extracted at the Doctors office.
On the way to Bill's work, I called the pediatrician whom I have on speed dial specifically for this very reason. I got him scheduled for after the gym workout. I thought it would only take a few minutes (like it did when he had to get the corn kernel extracted). But it didn't. This time was a little more complicated.
At first glance, it looked like he had a pasta spiral stuck up there. It was far enough in that I couldn't reach it, but close enough to see. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. This stuff up the nose business is old hat for us. The shock has worn off. When we were escorted into the exam room, we were soon moved to an operating-type room. There were tools of all sorts to pull things from toddler's noses. Unlike the kernel incident, there was no knitting-needle-like tool in sight. It was all tweezers, syringes & suction machines. After the Doctor took a look at it & thought it might be a pea (again) she decided to use the suction machine.
First she put some numbing medication in his nostril because his nose was swollen from being irritated (clearly, this had been in there for a few days). She tried to suck it out, but it was wedged in there pretty good. Logan never cried, never flinched. Just sneezed a couple of times. They tilted his head back & used the long tweezers to pull out...
Now, Logan has had all sorts of things suck up his nose. First, it started with a pea & leaning the "nose maneuver". Then it was the dried corn kernel that had to be extracted by the Doctor. A couple more peas went up that I was able to pop out, then the eraser head that I pulled out with a tooth pick. But this. This beats them all.
A Sponge Bob band-aid.
I am not kidding. The second it came out, I put my hands on my face McCully Culkin style practically yelling, "OH MY GOD! IT'S A BAND-AID!" The Doctor was equally as shocked & disgusted. I'm sure this was a first for her.
She actually thought it would be a prudent decision to check his ears since he's been packing them with sand (they checked out clear) & she gave him a lecture about putting things up his nose. The first time he's been sternly lectured by someone else other than me. He nodded yes, gesturing that he understood, but I highly doubt this will be the last thing that gets pulled out of his nose. He's also now lost his Sponge Bob band-aid bribe for naps & bedtime. I'm going to have to find something bigger than his nostril.
An hour later we finally drove home to check on the house cleaner. She was still working hard (very hard). I packed some snacks & we headed off to playgroup while she finished, leaving her to escort herself out when everything was clean.
After playgroup, we drove home, parked the car in the garage, opened the back door & again, I put my hands on my face McCully Culkin style, "OH. MY. GOD! My house is sparking clean!" The sliding glass door to the backyard was spotless without a sticky hand print or muddy paw print in sight. The floors were shiny, the bathrooms smelled wonderful. I almost fell over with happiness. A HUGE burden had been lifted from my shoulders as cleaning this house has weighed heavily on me (& Bill). With her help every week, it will be so much easier to keep the cleanliness at a level that I prefer, but am unable to maintain.
Today has been shocking on both ends of the spectrum. That's for sure.
This morning was the first day our new house cleaner started. Remember a little while ago when I interviewed someone to trade with & I was pretty certain it would work out? Well, it didn't. Her husband ended up convincing her that she didn't need a personal trainer & that she could do it on her own (this is a great rant for another day). So, I continued my search. About a week later someone else wanted to interview. She works professionally for a new company here in town who does background checks & they gave her a really good reference. She's a little odd (like ADD eccentric), but I hired her without hesitation.
I trained her here at home in the playroom (I'm not going to build a studio) & afterward she stayed to clean everything from top to bottom. I had to leave her here alone while I dropped Bill off at work & trained photographer friend at the gym. I was only going to be gone an hour, so I felt OK about leaving her for the first time. However, when I was getting Logan ready for the morning, I noticed that he had something stuck up his nose AGAIN & knew he would have to get it extracted at the Doctors office.
On the way to Bill's work, I called the pediatrician whom I have on speed dial specifically for this very reason. I got him scheduled for after the gym workout. I thought it would only take a few minutes (like it did when he had to get the corn kernel extracted). But it didn't. This time was a little more complicated.
At first glance, it looked like he had a pasta spiral stuck up there. It was far enough in that I couldn't reach it, but close enough to see. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. This stuff up the nose business is old hat for us. The shock has worn off. When we were escorted into the exam room, we were soon moved to an operating-type room. There were tools of all sorts to pull things from toddler's noses. Unlike the kernel incident, there was no knitting-needle-like tool in sight. It was all tweezers, syringes & suction machines. After the Doctor took a look at it & thought it might be a pea (again) she decided to use the suction machine.
First she put some numbing medication in his nostril because his nose was swollen from being irritated (clearly, this had been in there for a few days). She tried to suck it out, but it was wedged in there pretty good. Logan never cried, never flinched. Just sneezed a couple of times. They tilted his head back & used the long tweezers to pull out...
Now, Logan has had all sorts of things suck up his nose. First, it started with a pea & leaning the "nose maneuver". Then it was the dried corn kernel that had to be extracted by the Doctor. A couple more peas went up that I was able to pop out, then the eraser head that I pulled out with a tooth pick. But this. This beats them all.
A Sponge Bob band-aid.
I am not kidding. The second it came out, I put my hands on my face McCully Culkin style practically yelling, "OH MY GOD! IT'S A BAND-AID!" The Doctor was equally as shocked & disgusted. I'm sure this was a first for her.
She actually thought it would be a prudent decision to check his ears since he's been packing them with sand (they checked out clear) & she gave him a lecture about putting things up his nose. The first time he's been sternly lectured by someone else other than me. He nodded yes, gesturing that he understood, but I highly doubt this will be the last thing that gets pulled out of his nose. He's also now lost his Sponge Bob band-aid bribe for naps & bedtime. I'm going to have to find something bigger than his nostril.
An hour later we finally drove home to check on the house cleaner. She was still working hard (very hard). I packed some snacks & we headed off to playgroup while she finished, leaving her to escort herself out when everything was clean.
After playgroup, we drove home, parked the car in the garage, opened the back door & again, I put my hands on my face McCully Culkin style, "OH. MY. GOD! My house is sparking clean!" The sliding glass door to the backyard was spotless without a sticky hand print or muddy paw print in sight. The floors were shiny, the bathrooms smelled wonderful. I almost fell over with happiness. A HUGE burden had been lifted from my shoulders as cleaning this house has weighed heavily on me (& Bill). With her help every week, it will be so much easier to keep the cleanliness at a level that I prefer, but am unable to maintain.
Today has been shocking on both ends of the spectrum. That's for sure.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
How's this for gross?
Last night after picking Bill up from work, he asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. He suggested we go out for breakfast since I've been craving pancakes for God knows how long. I was all for it! So we drove to an IHOP by the house.
After we were seated at our table, Logan was coloring & making a mess as usual. I don't know how I saw this, but somehow I noticed something salmon-colored in his left nostril. I tilted his head up & pulled his nose back, looking in to his nasal cavity. And what do you know - there's something in there. Again.
I thought he was out of this stage, but I guess not. As we were sitting at the table in the restaurant, I tried digging it out with a straw. I know from previous experience that you're not supposed to dig anything out, but I could see it & it was late on a Friday night. I had a lot of stuff going on the next morning & going to the Doctor to scoop out whatever it is was not on my to-do list. After figuring out the straw wasn't going to work, I looked around for something else. Bill suggested a toothpick. It was a great idea.
So here I am, holding Logan's head very still as I'm trying to dig into his nose with a toothpick. You can't disagree that this has to be the most disgusting thing anyone has seen while sitting down to eat dinner. The good news was the toothpick worked like a charm & I was able to poke the ERASER HEAD in his nose & pull it right out. Yes, you read that right. An eraser head. Apparently 3 days ago when he was in the computer room ripping the eraser tips off of the pencils I just bought, he stuck one up his nose & we never knew.
I'm about to start taping this boy's nose shut.
***On a side note: Despite giving up naps, we're still having sleep issues here. The first morning he woke up at 7AM. Then this morning he woke up at 5AM! Earlier than before! And he also passed out on the couch after dinner at 7PM, before his bath & brushing his teeth. This sucks.***
Last night after picking Bill up from work, he asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. He suggested we go out for breakfast since I've been craving pancakes for God knows how long. I was all for it! So we drove to an IHOP by the house.
After we were seated at our table, Logan was coloring & making a mess as usual. I don't know how I saw this, but somehow I noticed something salmon-colored in his left nostril. I tilted his head up & pulled his nose back, looking in to his nasal cavity. And what do you know - there's something in there. Again.
I thought he was out of this stage, but I guess not. As we were sitting at the table in the restaurant, I tried digging it out with a straw. I know from previous experience that you're not supposed to dig anything out, but I could see it & it was late on a Friday night. I had a lot of stuff going on the next morning & going to the Doctor to scoop out whatever it is was not on my to-do list. After figuring out the straw wasn't going to work, I looked around for something else. Bill suggested a toothpick. It was a great idea.
So here I am, holding Logan's head very still as I'm trying to dig into his nose with a toothpick. You can't disagree that this has to be the most disgusting thing anyone has seen while sitting down to eat dinner. The good news was the toothpick worked like a charm & I was able to poke the ERASER HEAD in his nose & pull it right out. Yes, you read that right. An eraser head. Apparently 3 days ago when he was in the computer room ripping the eraser tips off of the pencils I just bought, he stuck one up his nose & we never knew.
I'm about to start taping this boy's nose shut.
***On a side note: Despite giving up naps, we're still having sleep issues here. The first morning he woke up at 7AM. Then this morning he woke up at 5AM! Earlier than before! And he also passed out on the couch after dinner at 7PM, before his bath & brushing his teeth. This sucks.***
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
You would think
After having lived through the experience of being wrapped up in a mock straight jacket with his arms & legs immobile & me practically sitting on him, puffing air into his mouth with my hand on his face while plugging his nostril- you would think Logan would have learned his lesson about putting objects up his nose.
Yeah, I would have thought so too.
Last night I brushed his teeth & was getting him ready for bed. He had been sneezing all day with a runny, itchy nose. I thought he was getting a cold, especially since he was sounding a little stuffy. I made sure to get his humidifier going while I grabbed the aspirator to clear out his nose a bit. That's when I saw it. At first I thought it was a really big booger. But then I looked closer. It was a kernel of corn.
With a big heaving sigh, I yelled to Bill "He did it again! He has corn up his nose!" We both went into Logan's room to perform the "Nose Maneuver". It didn't work. Logan clearly remembered what this little trick was all about & thrashed around frantically. I thought I was going to poke his eye out with my finger from trying to hold his head still. It was awful. It felt like I was trying to suffocate him. After a while we gave up & decided to call his pediatrician in the morning.
For the rest of the night I tried to figure out when he did this. The only time he had corn that day was at dinner & I was sitting next to him the entire time watching him like a hawk so he didn't throw his roast beef to Buddha. I figured he did it at dinner on Sunday night with Bill while I was training my photographer friend at her house. I thought the corn had been up there for about 24 hours. No wonder why he was sneezing & itching his nose all day.
This morning I made an appointment to get Logan in to see his Doctor (he actually saw the Nurse, but whatever). It took me holding his legs down, another nurse holding his arms & torso still while another nurse held his head trying to get a knitting needle-like instrument up his nose. She scooped out the kernel, which looked pretty big & thus why it wouldn't blow out.
The nurse held it up asking "Is this a dried kernel? You keep dry kernels at home?" "That's gross", I cringed. "That's from Harvest Farm when he was playing in the corn-sand box. That's been in his nose since Saturday." (which again, I'm speechless. I had my eye on him the whole time he was in there & not once did he ever stick his finger up his nose. I have no idea when he found the opportunity to do this).
I was advised to keep looking up his nose to see if he stuck more than one kernel up there. The nurse told me of one toddler patient who stuck 15 peas up his nose & his mom had to keep looking up his nose for days to see if any others would "dislodge" enough to become visible. We came home with a much happier kiddo.
One thing Logan is learning is how to use his potty. I got him a potty last week because he's been showing some signs of interest. While not wanting to push it, but also jump on it while it was fun for him, we got him a potty to use before going into the bath at night. For three straight days he's peed in his potty. We're going to keep it at an easy slow pace, but I think we're on the right track!
After having lived through the experience of being wrapped up in a mock straight jacket with his arms & legs immobile & me practically sitting on him, puffing air into his mouth with my hand on his face while plugging his nostril- you would think Logan would have learned his lesson about putting objects up his nose.
Yeah, I would have thought so too.
Last night I brushed his teeth & was getting him ready for bed. He had been sneezing all day with a runny, itchy nose. I thought he was getting a cold, especially since he was sounding a little stuffy. I made sure to get his humidifier going while I grabbed the aspirator to clear out his nose a bit. That's when I saw it. At first I thought it was a really big booger. But then I looked closer. It was a kernel of corn.
With a big heaving sigh, I yelled to Bill "He did it again! He has corn up his nose!" We both went into Logan's room to perform the "Nose Maneuver". It didn't work. Logan clearly remembered what this little trick was all about & thrashed around frantically. I thought I was going to poke his eye out with my finger from trying to hold his head still. It was awful. It felt like I was trying to suffocate him. After a while we gave up & decided to call his pediatrician in the morning.
For the rest of the night I tried to figure out when he did this. The only time he had corn that day was at dinner & I was sitting next to him the entire time watching him like a hawk so he didn't throw his roast beef to Buddha. I figured he did it at dinner on Sunday night with Bill while I was training my photographer friend at her house. I thought the corn had been up there for about 24 hours. No wonder why he was sneezing & itching his nose all day.
This morning I made an appointment to get Logan in to see his Doctor (he actually saw the Nurse, but whatever). It took me holding his legs down, another nurse holding his arms & torso still while another nurse held his head trying to get a knitting needle-like instrument up his nose. She scooped out the kernel, which looked pretty big & thus why it wouldn't blow out.
The nurse held it up asking "Is this a dried kernel? You keep dry kernels at home?" "That's gross", I cringed. "That's from Harvest Farm when he was playing in the corn-sand box. That's been in his nose since Saturday." (which again, I'm speechless. I had my eye on him the whole time he was in there & not once did he ever stick his finger up his nose. I have no idea when he found the opportunity to do this).
I was advised to keep looking up his nose to see if he stuck more than one kernel up there. The nurse told me of one toddler patient who stuck 15 peas up his nose & his mom had to keep looking up his nose for days to see if any others would "dislodge" enough to become visible. We came home with a much happier kiddo.
One thing Logan is learning is how to use his potty. I got him a potty last week because he's been showing some signs of interest. While not wanting to push it, but also jump on it while it was fun for him, we got him a potty to use before going into the bath at night. For three straight days he's peed in his potty. We're going to keep it at an easy slow pace, but I think we're on the right track!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Another day in the life of a toddler
All day today I've been cleaning the house from top to bottom because for one, it needed it and we're also having company for a couple of days. I've been doing loads of laundry while Logan was eating lunch. The way our house is designed, you can see Logan from every part of the house unless you go into a bedroom or bathroom. The rest is open space, so I feel alright about doing housework while he's eating. I'll be able to see him if he starts choking or if anything else happens...like today.
I had just checked on the load in the dryer & noticed that Logan had his finger up his nose. No big surprise, he does this all of the time. I told him to get his finger out of his nose, but then I realized how far he was up his nostril & I just knew what he did.
He stuck a pea up his nose.
I tried to get him to blow his nose & he kept sucking it up farther. I did a quick Google search on what to do (yea for the internet!) & all I read was to not stick my finger or anything else up there to try & dig it out. It would just push it up farther, much like how you're not supposed to do a finger sweep on a choking child.
I called his pediatricians office to see if this qualified as a weekend emergency thinking, NO! Our insurance is still screwed up & I'm not positive that we have coverage here! The on-call nurse said I would get a call from the Doctor to try some things I hadn't done yet & to stop feeding Logan lunch just in case he would have to go under anesthesia if the tips didn't work (holy crap).
While I waited for the Doctor to call, not only did I try to get Logan to blow his nose more, but I kept asking him to play me songs on his recorder, thinking that hey, you have to blow into that, it might help him blow his nose! He wasn't going for it.
The Doctor called & said that since I could see the pea, I could try to pull it out with a pair of tweezers. He also said that I could plug the clear nostril & puff into Logan's mouth (kind of like CPR) & that would help to pop the pea out, much like the Heimlich Maneuver does for choking. If these tricks didn't work, then I was told to call the office on Monday so they could extract the pea. I chose the second option.
I put Logan on the floor & wrapped him up in a towel because he was kicking & screaming & thrashing his arms around, knowing that I was going to do something to him. It took about 10 puffs because he was freaking out so much, but finally, the pea exploded out of his nose & shot across the room, rolling under his bed & I ended up with a big splat of snot on the lens of my glasses.
I gave him a big hug to help him calm down & within seconds he was up & running around. I'm glad we didn't have to go to the pediatrician tomorrow because I'm sure we would have been stuck with another bill.
So, a pea up the nose. Does it get anymore "typical toddler" than that?
All day today I've been cleaning the house from top to bottom because for one, it needed it and we're also having company for a couple of days. I've been doing loads of laundry while Logan was eating lunch. The way our house is designed, you can see Logan from every part of the house unless you go into a bedroom or bathroom. The rest is open space, so I feel alright about doing housework while he's eating. I'll be able to see him if he starts choking or if anything else happens...like today.
I had just checked on the load in the dryer & noticed that Logan had his finger up his nose. No big surprise, he does this all of the time. I told him to get his finger out of his nose, but then I realized how far he was up his nostril & I just knew what he did.
He stuck a pea up his nose.
I tried to get him to blow his nose & he kept sucking it up farther. I did a quick Google search on what to do (yea for the internet!) & all I read was to not stick my finger or anything else up there to try & dig it out. It would just push it up farther, much like how you're not supposed to do a finger sweep on a choking child.
I called his pediatricians office to see if this qualified as a weekend emergency thinking, NO! Our insurance is still screwed up & I'm not positive that we have coverage here! The on-call nurse said I would get a call from the Doctor to try some things I hadn't done yet & to stop feeding Logan lunch just in case he would have to go under anesthesia if the tips didn't work (holy crap).
While I waited for the Doctor to call, not only did I try to get Logan to blow his nose more, but I kept asking him to play me songs on his recorder, thinking that hey, you have to blow into that, it might help him blow his nose! He wasn't going for it.
The Doctor called & said that since I could see the pea, I could try to pull it out with a pair of tweezers. He also said that I could plug the clear nostril & puff into Logan's mouth (kind of like CPR) & that would help to pop the pea out, much like the Heimlich Maneuver does for choking. If these tricks didn't work, then I was told to call the office on Monday so they could extract the pea. I chose the second option.
I put Logan on the floor & wrapped him up in a towel because he was kicking & screaming & thrashing his arms around, knowing that I was going to do something to him. It took about 10 puffs because he was freaking out so much, but finally, the pea exploded out of his nose & shot across the room, rolling under his bed & I ended up with a big splat of snot on the lens of my glasses.
I gave him a big hug to help him calm down & within seconds he was up & running around. I'm glad we didn't have to go to the pediatrician tomorrow because I'm sure we would have been stuck with another bill.
So, a pea up the nose. Does it get anymore "typical toddler" than that?
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