Nose Meets Carrot

I hope Seth forgives me for posting this one day. I think that I was almost in as much anguish as he was over the whole thing. It was not a fun day. At All! but it's funny now. 

First of all this little face was like this all morning long. Especially whenever his nose came in contact with anything. We had just gotten over colds so I thought maybe he needed to get his nose sucked out so I did that (gently and with a nose frieda rather than a bulb syringe), and didn't get anything but more screaming. I thought he was just being whiny so I left it alone and hoped he'd get happier. He didn't. Every time he touched his nose on anything he cried and cried. I thought he had a scratch or rash or something. And then I looked more closely and realized his nose was a little swollen on one side. So out of desperation I looked up his nose. Then I got a flashlight and looked again and found this...

and laughed because it seemed better than feeling bad for not looking up his nose sooner. I went and grabbed my tweezers and nose frieda to extract the carrot. That was ambitious. I never knew a two year old had so much strength or contortion ability. Needless to say, I failed to remove the carrot. I called a friend who's a nurse for suggestions and she graciously listened to my need to vent and wished me luck. I called the pediatrician and the nurse and I had a good laugh. She gave a few suggestions and wished me luck and said to take him to an urgent care if all else failed. I thought to call a friend to come help, but James had a fever and I didn't want to infect anyone else with what he had, so we waited for daddy to come home to help hold him down. It was agonizing to watch my little boy be so miserable knowing that I could make it all better if he would just hold still long enough for me to do so. I cried, I prayed, I fretted, I got angry when he wouldn't hold still, I bribed, and tried to find the humor in it all. 

When daddy got home with a better set of tweezers it took all of our hands and legs to hold him still and we just kept getting chunks off and then daddy pulled out the big guns and offered a special daddy treat if he would hold still and let mommy get the carrot out. And guess what? Bam, all the fight was gone. No more tears, no more moving. He didn't even flinch after that. Guess MY bribes just weren't good enough. Or maybe daddy's just have magical powers??

 I poked and prodded and finally maneuvered that carrot out. Then Chris and I looked at each other, amazed at what came out of that kid's nose...

Pretty sure it was the size of a dime. No wonder he was sooooo unhappy. I think it may have been up there for about a week. Kids are so funny. The next day he looks at me and says "mommy, thanks for getting the carrot out of my nose." You're welcome little man. We will always be there to help you out of whatever comes your way...self-inflicted or not ;) Thanks for the laugh and now I will forever be looking up my kids' noses whenever they are whiny because you just never know what you might find.