By now you all know that I try to share stories from my personal life with you in this column. Well, this one is a doozy.
Let’s rewind the tape and go back to Sunday, March 7 at 8:55 a.m. It was a quiet morning in our house. My wife, Kasey, was at work, and I was in the middle of folding a giant load of laundry. My boys were playing together and my daughter was nearby holding a necklace.
It took me a minute to realize that the beaded necklace Lucy was holding was broken. She had one of the small beads in her hand and I continued on folding laundry. It wasn’t until a minute or so later that I noticed she was touching (and trying to pick) her nose. That didn’t seem odd at first until I noticed that I could see something protruding from underneath the skin of her nose. I stopped what I was doing and tried (keyword) to remain calm as I turned on my iPhone’s flashlight. To my complete and utter surprise, Lucy had stuck one of the aforementioned plastic beads up her nose!
I quickly called my wife to relay the news as Lucy began to get upset. She was able to breathe just fine but was clearly in a lot of pain. With my wife en route, I scrambled to get Lucy dressed (remember it was Sunday morning and we were all in pajamas at this point). I sat Lucy on the kitchen counter and as I was quickly putting her shoes on I realized that her other nostril had a bead in it!
By this point, my mom was on her way and my wife grabbed Lucy and drove her to UnityPoint Health’s emergency room here in Muscatine. I arrived around 15 minutes later and by that point the beads had been successfully removed from her nose!
My wife and I shared this story on our Facebook pages and it was wild to see how many parents had children do something similar. My mom, Sheila, reminded me that my brother (Phil) had this happen to him while we were growing up. I recalled the time he swallowed two pennies and had to have them removed.
So, as if I didn’t have enough gray hairs in my head, I’d like to think that I added a dozen or so from this incident. Parenting is hard and rewarding at the same time. Most days, I feel like I’m playing 52 card pickup with the amount of toys and clothes that are strewn about our house. I also really need to do a better job of staying calm in situations like this, but I (like the many of you) want only the best for my children and seeing them in pain or peril is heartbreaking.
What happened to the beaded necklace you ask? I’m happy to report that the City of Muscatine picked that up along with the rest of our garbage on Thursday. My sincere thanks to the emergency room doctors and nurses for taking care of Lucy. I’d like to say we won’t be back, but I wouldn’t want to jinx it.