Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Rock

I don't mean Dwayne Johnson or even the movie. I mean the one up my son's nose. Yup, he did it again. Saturday night he got up in the middle of the night and decided it was a good idea to shove a rock up his nose. We still don't know why. Unlike the last time, I wasn't able to get this one out. I wasn't even able to see the entire thing. He had shoved it so far up his nose, that I couldn't even see the entire rock. After trying for about a half an hour, using the usual methods, (sigh) we first called our new pediatrician. My son sat on my bed with me while we waited for the call back occasionally whacking the back of his head with his hand in order to try to get it out. My husband and I still can't talk about that without laughing hysterically.

My husband gets out the insurance card in anticipation of the inevitable hospital visit. He notices there is a 24 hour nurse hotline and calls. We told her our problem, and after she quit laughing, she told us we needed to go to the ER.

Stas wants Daddy to take him so I stay home with the baby. They get home about an hour and a half later. The nurse at the ER couldn't see the rock and assumed he swallowed it. Or it's in his sinuses. Or it fell out. They never did see a doctor. The ER was shorthanded and they were told it would be 5 hours before they saw an ENT. On the way home, Stas tells Daddy the rock fell out in the car....

Yeah, right.

On Sunday I clean the ENTIRE car. No rock. No pebbles. No boulders. Nothing. Do you know how hard that is with two boys?

Later he goes to the bathroom and calls us in --he's very excited. He says the rock came out his bum. He felt something tight come out and he's sure it's the rock. I explained to him that the rock wouldn't pass that quickly. Nope, he's sure he pooped it out.

Monday morning he goes to school and I called the pediatrician office. They want him in right away. So, the baby goes to a friend's house and I pick up Stas to go to the doctor's. She examines him--you know by sticking something up his nose. He throws such a tremendous fit that it took 3 of us to hold him down. Now, he will happily shove rocks with hard and sharp edges up as far as his fingers will allow but a smooth plastic nozzle attatched to a light being wielded by a professional is traumatizing. Go figure. No rock. Again.

The doctor questions him and decides that he really doesn't know what happened to the rock and says to be on the safe side, we need to see an ENT and they will call with an appointment in a couple days . I go pick up the baby, visit a while and take the kids home for lunch and a nap. The ENT's office calles as soon as the baby fell asleep and said they wanted to see us now and the doctor would only be there for an hour.

Ok, wake baby up, call husband to come home. He can't. Wok is at her doctor's appointment. Family friends from the morning are painting. Called Jenn; she said sure! I warned her the baby hadn't napped. She's not fazed.

I get to the ENT in exactly one hour. He wants to use a scope to look up there. It's about the size of spaghetti. Stas FREAKED out. The ENT goes to get a couple nurses while I calm him down. I decided bribery was the way to go. Here's how it goes: You don't kick, hit or flail and we can have Old McDonalds's for dinner. Done. He squirmed but let the nurse and me hold him so the doctor could look up there. No rock. He must have swallowed it the doctor assumes. But we are on the lookout for smelly snot. Yay.

Around 9:30 that night Stas gets up and asks for a tissue. We just look at him. He declares vehemently "I didn't put a rock up my nose, I'm just stuffy!" Yeah, we got your number, kid.


Jessica Marie said...

Thank you so much for your kind comment :D

This story made my day.. I would assume he wont be doing that again (anytime soon at least)

Happy Cloud Moments said...

LOL that's a great story. Reminds me of a House episode where the kid stuck police and fireman toys up his nose to rescue the little plastic cat he shoved up there.

Love you blog background! You have great taste! :)

Brenda Heisler said...

I know this was hard on your and your family, but years later it will be the funny rock up the nose story that you will tell again and again.

sherry said...

It's a story for the ages.

I'm so glad you are wearing the necklace! I hope your friend still isn't trying to get it!

KiWi said...

When my daughter did it, it was a plastic craft eye that she shoved up her nose. After three hours in the ER, she sneezed and shot that sucker across the room. Cancel the specialist, please :)
kids, man...kids.

Beth said...

That was a great episode Happy Cloud. And as my husband and I sat there and watched it we said--that's Stas! Little did we know....

Sherry, everytime I wear your necklace, my girlfriend tells me again that she wants it! :)

KiWi--I'm laughing my bum off at that! My husband had to come see why I was giggling.

JMS said...

Oh man! I think I told you I have an (almost) 5 year old son and a now 2 year old daughter. I am anticipating (though not with any glee) the ol' rock-up-the-nose trick sometime in the very near future. He's already done the hey-mom-i-swallowed-a-penny trick, which he did poop out! It wasn't a penny, however - it was a dime! And, honestly, I don't think I've ever seen a dime that color before!


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Willow's World & Willow's Wool said...

thats so funny and well written, had me laughing out loud :-}

Vanessa and Company said...

Oh my goodness! What a story!
I remember when my oldest daughter was about a year old, she was playing on the carpeted floor of my bedroom, where a lonely penny was waiting...she promptly popped it in her mouth (ewww, I know). I freaked out, and scared the living daylights out of the poor kid, but was able to retrieve the penny before she swallowed it! Yikes, talk about shaving a few years off my life, LOL!!