Foreign Object. My kids can now define this for you. They learned it at the emergency room tonight were Simone had a foreign object, also called a piece of garlic, removed from her nasal cavity.
Before we even got to dinner tonight, much less a Valentine Making Festival, Simone came screaming to me. I couldn't understand anything she was saying, but blood was trickling slowly out of her nose. Now, I am sad to say that I had already experienced the "Foreign Object in the Nasal Cavity" crisis three times, so it was the first thing I asked. "Did you put something up your nose?!"
She did. She dragged me to the kitchen screaming, "Garlic," and showing me small bits of chopped vegetables that were on the cutting board. Garlic. Garlic! Up her freaking nose!
I laid her down on the sofa and tried to see up her nose while Quinn found a flashlight. He turned up with a little push-button keyring light, but whatever. It was enough to see that she did, indeed, have a piece of garlic shoved pretty high up her nose, so Jeff got the hemostat that has rescued the three other nose-bound objects, and I tried to grab it, but as soon as I opened the tool in her nostril (thereby opening the nostril up) it slipped further up her nose to a place that I couldn't get to. Here was our mistake: we waited to try the mouth blowing trick second. If I had tried it first we likely would have avoided the ER. The previously encountered nose blockages had all been too large to make it past a certain narrow point in the nostril. Not so with this little bugger.
I called the nurse helpline and they advised us to "head to the nearest emergency room." Off we went, all the way to town, dreading the lines and the flu. Astonishingly lucky we were. There was not a single other person at the ER tonight, and we went straight in and were home again in less than an hour, including the 35 minute round trip drive.
The doctor had me close the other nostril and blow a quick harsh breath into her mouth, as we had done at home, but it didn't want to come out.
Luckily, he was able to retrieve it with a little finesse, and a handy suction tool.
Whew! I cried. I was so relieved. He didn't tell me what the next step was if the suction did work, but his grave face when he said, "We'll do that, then... ... ... well, we'll try the suction and it will come out," was enough for me to know that we really needed the suction to work.
Garlic, ya'll. A little piece of chopped garlic left on the cutting board from making sauerkraut an hour earlier! Last time it was a raisin. And we had a long, long talk about not putting things up our noses. After all the tears I never thought she would do it a second time. Once was enough for Quinn, and for Nichola. They were all three years old when they did it. For Quinn it was a little blue fish tank rock that he found on the playground at school. I can't remember what Nichola's was.
What get into a child's head that says, "Hey, shove that up your nose!" Jeff once swallowed a quarter as a child. Aside from my toddler bouts of sneaking out of the house, stripping naked, and taking my big wheel around the block I can honestly say I never felt compelled to do anything so stupid. What the heck? I think it must be in Jeff's genes.
Ugh. If you ever find yourself facing an object up the nose, it seems that step one is always to close the other nostril and blow into the mouth to see if it will come out. Hemostats I guess should be second in case the object is small enough to slip further in.
I'm off to bed. Combing the house for nostril sized foreign objects will have to wait until tomorrow.