Week in review
Monday Ben picked Becca up from preschool and brought her home. Ben and I were in the kitchen eating lunch when Becca walks in weepy. 'There's a box in my nose!'
Someone shoved something up her nose. It could not be blown out. I got the tweezers and she started screaming about how we aren't supposed to put those up our noses. I could just barely see wet cardboard WAY back there. So, off to the Walgreen's clinic. Our dr's office is half an hour away and they were closed for lunch for the next hour and a half. Before we moved, the dr's office was 7 minutes away. And I really like the dr. so we make the trek.
Walgreen's clinic say they can't do it. They recommend urgent care. It's not terribly urgent. We were there over an hour before they saw us. Becca doesn't want the dr to look up her nose because she is freaked out at this point so he lays down a threat. 'If she won't let us do this it will have to be done under anesthesia.'
What the heck is up with that? That isn't a threat to her, it's a threat to me. And it hasn't even been thirty seconds of me trying to get her on the table. So I ended up sitting on the table with her on my lap and the arm across her chest holding her hands down with the other arm tight across her forehead. He takes a peek, says, 'um-hmmm' and gets some forceps. Reaches up and pulls out what was a half to three-quarters of an inch of packed wet cardboard. More like poster board. He immediately tossed it in the trash so I couldn't bring it home as a souvenier.
After we got home I found what exactly it was. You know those strips that tear off to open a box of Girl Scout cookies? She apparently found one under a sofa cushion. About 2/3 off it went into her nose.
She has repeatedly received the 'just because there is a hole and things fit into it, doesn't mean that we put things in the hole' speech since then.
Thursday night Becca is being very difficult about getting ready for dance class. I finally say, 'fine. We aren't going.' Okay. That night around 12:30 Magnus wakes up screaming and covered in vomit. Ben and I clean him up. He does it again. We clean up again and bring him to our room. From 12:30 to 2:45 he threw up about 7 times. Two pillows, his sheets, our sheets, our comforter (which is too big to fit in our washer) and about 4 or 5 towels. I have some laundry to do. And new pillows to purchase. Any recommendations? Mine always turn as flat as a pancake pretty quickly.
After 2:45 Magnus finally goes to sleep. I go to sleep. Ben stays up puking. Becca gets up in the morning and comes down the hall to our room, where she promptly pukes in the doorway. Clean her up and take the kids downstairs. Give them a lovely breakfast of water and saltines. I got two rounds of being ill in the morning.
Ben and I spent yesterday taking turns napping for about 1.5-2 hours. The kids seemed fine the rest of the day. Dougie still hasn't done anything. There have been no eruptions since about 10:30 yesterday.
The dr's office said that 24 hours after the last sessions a person is non-contagious. I'm not quite trusting it. We will be rescheduling Mother's Day.
And now we are waiting to see what the kids do next. And today I have the energy to clean up from yesterday and air out the house.
When Gavin stuck a diced carrot up his nose we got it out by having him breathe in some PENZEY'S brand pepper, he sneezed 9 or 10 huge sneezes and pushed it right to the edge where I could get it.