
One small nostril (the right one, to be exact).....
One small toddler who has apparently discovered that by using his chubby little pointer finger he can shove a tiny lego up his nose =
One traumatizing Sunday evening.
FULL STORY BELOW
Sunday night, as I was preparing dinner for some friends of ours, the LG wanders in to the living room to announce that he has something up his nose. "No you don't", I respond. "Mommy, I have a lego in my nose." I have learned that although he is only 2, he usually knows what he is talking about so I start pressing on his nostril. Wincing ensues on his part, eye rolling on mine, and the BK looked at me with with a pale face as I confirmed that there was something hard in there.
Luckily, the couple who was about to witness this fiasco, includes a pediatrician who was more than willing to provide services to the LG. The Dr. brought with him this handy little foley catheter (pictured below - I don't recommend googling it, just be grateful I did it for you). I thought it was pretty cool, and had high hopes for the device which is threaded through the nostril behind the object. You blow up the balloon behind it, and voila!!! out comes the object. That is, unless, the balloon happens to explode causing a bloody nose, and an already thrashing toddler who is being pinned down by his loving parents, to kick it up a notch.

I think we still felt hopeful until the Dr. announced that it was time to use a paper clip. That didn't seem very medical to either the BK or myself, but I was pretty willing to continue outsourcing the removal of the shiny jewel. One more try at pinning him down (we also learned a bit about the LGs physical prowess and our lack thereof), the Dr. was even looking a little nervous now (although I assured him that liability wasn't an issue for me in our living room - I'm not sure that really helped so much), and one quick swipe later, out came the jewel in a bloody bubble. Ahhhh, relief.
Even the LG forgot about the trauma as soon as it was removed, and in a show of friendship, grabbed the Dr.'s hand and told him they were now going to watch some "Thomas the Tank Engine". A very BIG thank you to the Dr. who saved us from sitting in an ER for 6 hours, and who remains one of the LGs favorite adults.