Down the Wrong Hole

What happens when your little one casually says, “I gotta pretzel in my nose?”  You try your best not to freak out, of course!

Like every other tot, Princess is always getting into some kind of mess.  From writing on doors and leaving permanent handprints on walls, it seems like she’s done it all.

But nothing prepared us for what happened the other day.

It only took seconds for it to happen.  Once we heard those frightening words, my hubby and I sprung into action.

I told my hubby to get the tweezer.  I quickly sterilized it with alcohol, and sat Princess on the floor.        I could see the look of worry in her Dad’s eyes, but I knew there was no time to panic.  I remember telling her, “Stop inhaling honey.  Just try and blow your nose.”  That obviously didn’t work.  Daddy  stabilized her arms and head, while I attempted to extract the pretzel from her nose.  She didn’t cry, but she did fuss a bit.  That was actually a great sign.  Crying would have meant pain and since she wasn’t screaming for dear life, I figured that we could get this thing out on our own.

After a few attempts, I pulled that sucker out with the tweezer.  It only measured about a half an inch.  Thank goodness.  Another emergency trip avoided.

Weather Anchor Mama