Daddy had just left for work on this particular Monday morning. The rest of us were in our pajamas and hadn't eaten breakfast yet. I had just gotten in the night before from a weekend away.
At about 7:15 am Ella approached me with a small, clear, round, plastic bead (from a princess necklace, no doubt!), "Mom, I found a bead."
"Okay, Ella. A necklace broke last week. Please put the bead on the table and I will throw it away in a minute." (Our trash can has a safety lock, so she cannot throw something away without me opening it.)
"Otay Mom."
Ella hasn't conquered the phonetical "k" yet, hence the word "Otay."
I watched Ella turn around and walk towards the table. She took a few steps and then froze. Whines and whimpers were heard, then she turned around and looked at me with an expression of panic and fright. She was completely quiet.
"Ella? Where's the bead?"
Nothing!
"ELLA. Where is the bead? Did you put it on the table?"
I heard her mumble softly, "I don't know." (Apparently, I need to talk about truth and fiction with her, as well.)
At that point, I was quickly approaching her. "Ella. What did you do with the bead?"
She moved her hand towards her nose and stared at me.
"Ella. Is the bead in your nose?"
"Mommy, get it out."
At this point, she began to cry.
I looked in her nose and could barely see it. From the outside there was a small bump. She managed to push that little thing up there fairly high. I was pretty sure that I could not handle this on my own. I certainly didn't want to make matters worse.
She's so brave! I calmed her down and told her that I needed to call someone and ask for help. She was breathing fine. I could tell this was not life or death. I called my aunt, aka: my personal triage nurse and got no answer. I also called a doctor friend from church. Again, no answer. At this point she was growing impatient but still remaining calm. If I tried to touch it, she cried out in pain. I knew she was uncomfortable.
So, I called the clinic. It wasn't open but I knew someone could connect me to a triage nurse. Once that happened she told me I needed to come in. Thankfully, there was already a doctor there and I didn't have to go to the E.R.
Once we were in the room, the doctor pulled it out within seconds. She used some rubbery, triple length tweezers (that's my description of the tool, at least). Ella was still and brave and hardly cried.
Then we got "the talk" about small objects being kept out of reach, yada, yada, yada.
Here's a picture of Ella eating a poptart. We grabbed the easiest thing before we left the house.
McKenna and Ella played well in the waiting room. You'd never know that there was a foreign object stuck in her nose!
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Let me tell you about rocks! Andrea, when Ella's age had a collection of very small colorfull rocks. On this one Sunday she had one in her coat at church. At our church the children would gather around the alter with our priest. All of a sudden Andrea walk's off the alter and to the pew where we are seated and VERY LOUDLY proclaims she has a rick in her nose! I piched the tip of her nose, slid my fingers down her nose and out it popped! Thank goodness. Andrea did not utter a sound.
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