Shall I go for two posts in one night since I am awake?!
I had a fun day today. I hadn’t been up long this morning (okay, mid-morning – who’s counting?) and it was time for a “shift change” – our early morning child caregiver was headed to work, and second shift was coming in! I was trying to hold Ella and Wade (happy to see them after my 5 day sleep!), when Cadence came in the room crying.
“A bee stung my nose.”
Hmm? That didn’t sound right. I was still kind of out of it, but assured her she would be okay. She calmed down momentarily, but then started crying again…this time more frantic. Thank goodness grandma is a better interpreter than I am. It seemed like Cadence was trying to tell us she had a bead (bean?) up her nose. Well, that still didn’t sound right, but I did have vague recollections of gathering tiny beads from a preschool bracelet off the floor so Wade wouldn’t eat them. And through the cobwebs I also remembered the other grandma bringing beads over to make a necklace.
Fast forward, we put Cadence up on the counter under the “french fry light” to look up her nose – sure enough, we see blue…yep, a blue bead.
Thank goodness Cadence has known how to blow her nose into a Kleenex since before she was a year old, right? What? She forgot how to blow snot out and is instead sucking the bead up higher? And it is out of the reach of the tweezers now?
Time to call the doctor. Thank goodness for our pediatrician’s office — they agreed to see Cadence right away. I was thankful. I was afraid the bead was about to get lodged somewhere permanently. I didn’t have the pleasure of accompanying my little princess to the doctor, but grandma said it wasn’t pretty, and the princess and
pea bead arrived back home within the hour, just as she left…with the bead up her nose and another appointment scheduled for later in the afternoon with an ear, nose and throat specialist.
So anyway, a few minutes before heading out to that appointment and after a few attempts to suction the bead out with one of those little bulbs (+ a promise by grandma of a happy meal and a surprise if she could remember how to blow her nose), the little stinker shot that booger out of her nose into my hand. She was so proud of herself. I was so happy for her little snot rocket. 🙂
Here’s a little video of one of her surprises. She kept saying “I’m a good scooterer. I’m good at scooterin’.”
So there you you have it! A good little scooterer she is.
Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow. Thank you all for your continued prayers.