“Sching”

On Tuesday afternoon after school, I was getting ready to exercise when I heard a panicked cry coming from the basement. Tommy yelled up the stairs that Charlie had something in his nose. A Lego stud named “Sching”. 

Truthfully, my first thought was, “WHY did we name a Lego stud?!”

Second thought was, “Dear Jesus, please let him blow it out.”

Tommy brought a bloody nosed Charlie up the stairs and I quickly assessed the situation. 

 

Bloody nose.

Bloody finger. 

Crap. 

He had already tried to get it out himself...and shoved it in further. 

Ok ok ok. 

Matt was home in a meeting in the library, which I vociferously calmly and quietly interrupted, without a whisper of panic. 

HA!

Matt held up his cellphone light to Charlie’s nasal cavity while I dug around in the first aid kit to find tweezers and the bulb syringe. Unfortunately, this situation was too much for me. 

^ME



I called urgent care in a tizzy, my brain going to all sorts of situations involving hospitals and driving long distances while trying to keep toddler fingers out of a tiny nose. No one answered the phone. Keeping completely and eerily maniacal  stable, I dialed our family practice next and braced for the news that I’d have to drive Charles to the closest pediatric hospital ~1 hour away. 

I quickly explained the situation to the receptionist and she immediately agreed to allow us in the office, which is unheard of right now. 

Tommy helped me put Charlie in the car, reminding him to breathe through his mouth and holding his hands so he didn’t cause any further damage. He talked to Charles and made him happy the whole trip. Everything went smoothly, from the moment we left the house. I felt an influx of grace. 

I don't want to brag or anything, but I didn't even faint when the doctor stuck that speculum up his nose to dislodge "Sching" from his resting place. 
The whole procedure was done in three minutes and Charlie was as happy as a clam. 
When the doc asked him how the lego piece got in his nose, Charlie looked her right in the eye and told her

“Danny shoved it up there.”
😶

(which he didn’t)

I told Charlie that God knew what happened and who actually put the stud up his nose. 
His reply: “Yeah, and Tommy knows the truth because he saw me put it up my nose.”




I spent that night raiding the kids Halloween candy and drinking the last of the cooking wine.