The Invisible Rock

Sometimes as as mothers we have no idea what our day holds.

Perhaps you’ve carefully planned a day of running at the gym in the morning, nap time for the toddler, Uno time with the 7 year old, reading blogs, hanging out on tweetdeck all while the pre-schooler is at summer “school”.  But somewhere in there you hadn’t showered yet when the phone rings and the assistant director at the school says on the other end, “G says he put a rock up his nose. Maybe you should come get him.”

Good thing you (meaning ME) had already had lunch.

My response?

 “Is he crying, is he in pain, have you felt around to see if there really is something in there?”

Hers:

“Yes M’am, we can’t see or feel anything but we just thought you might want to have him checked out.”

Mine:

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit to get him.”
(meanwhile my internal monologue is all WTH?!?)

So, all the rest of the day’s plans are out the window as you (meaning me) RUN to go take a shower, call the neighbor (thank GOD she’s home!) to come stay with the sleeping toddler and come to find him at school happily eating a popsicle and questioning the whole thing.

After lots of tweeting with my tweeps, texting with the hubs, a call to the pediatrician and asking G over and OVER whether there really IS a rock in his nose, you (meaning me) decide to load up the kids and take him to the local clinic.

And guess what!?!?!  They do not have proper tools to extract things inserted into little noses by little boy fingers (same story at the pediatrician, btw…) so they advise you (after all of them telling their own “oh yes, so-and-so totally put a button/peanut/m&m up his/her nose stories…) to go to the ER.

THE ER!!!!

(I hate the ER)

Thankfully your hubs offers to take him and so after you (meaning me) take the kids for burgers you meet him at the house and he takes him.

And when they come back less than an hour later and you ask “SO!?!?!?  Was there really a rock in there?!?!” and your hubs says “mmmm…. not sure…”  you’re a tad puzzled (that’s a really nice way of saying “using expletives in your head”) as to how no one saw said rock.

He tells you (meaning me) how he thinks he maybe saw some small thing come out of his nose.  He says possibly getting said thing out of his nose was NOT an easy or at all fun task to watch and then you are upset that your baby had to go through that.

When you ask toddler he says that the rock is gone, takes a bath, enjoys his ER sticker prizes and goes to bed fine.

And you (meaning ME!) are kinda wishing you could drive back to ER and scour the floor for tiny pebbles that may look like something that was in your son’s nose.

I mean it’s not like I have any plans tonight…

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