Just one hour after dropping DS off at nursery, the nursery manager called to say that DS had stuck a bead up his nose and they couldn’t get it out! All those plans I had for this morning? Straight out of the window! Still, I managed not to panic and called the GP’s surgery for advice ~ take him to A&E, they said. Collected up lunch, spare nappies, 3 stories and left a note for DH, who was out walking the dog. DH is having a day out today at the annual Varsity match at Twickenham, but more of that later.
DS looked as right as rain when I got to nursery, apart from some red blotches on the side of his nose. I had a squint up a nostril and got a good view of a firmly embedded plastic bead! Cue time for a big adventure ~ a trip on the #83 bus to the local hospital, with me praying all the way that a) there wouldn’t be a queue and therefore a long wait, and b) there would be a paediatric nurse on duty. My prayers were answered, as we were in and out in 20 minutes, with me having learnt a new technique. The young (very young!) nurse said there were 2 ways of proceeding: the Hard Way ~ where DS would have to be held down, and the Mum’s Way ~ where I would force it out by closing off the unblocked nostril and placing my mouth over DS’s and blowing as hard as I could! You’re right if you think that sounds disgusting, it was … and I had to it twice in order to get the required result. Two brightly coloured beads shot out of DS’s nose at a great rate of knots, which he thought was very funny! The nurse kindly gave me a pot to put the beads in, which I then gave to DS. Big mistake! He waved them around quite excitedly and caught me a whopper on the bridge of my nose! The nurse made me sit down because I was seeing stars and she didn’t want me to become patient #2!
Anyway, all is well. DS is having his nap and then we are off to a Christmas Tea Party where there is mulled wine on offer for the mummies!