Today was a very exciting/interesting day at our place. The day started out with the highly anticipated first day of preschool for Portia. She has been talking about starting school all summer. Seeing her in her little dress and new shoes all ready for school made my heart skip a beat. Our little girl is growing up! Way too quickly!
After our morning of gradual entry and after spending time with her best little bud, Luka, Portia and I headed home. While we were waiting for Madeleine to wake up from her nap, we did all types of art projects. The last one we did was necklace making. Portia and I have done lots of beading in the past and there has never been a concern. She was never one of those kids who put things in their mouth (but Madeleine is, so that’s different for us!). What happened next was, therefore, nothing I would have ever expected, and it shocked the heck out of Portia as well.
I was paying the pizza delivery man (Yup! It was already that kind of day!) while Portia stood behind me asking 100 questions about the pizza we had just ordered. “Mommy, is this dinner? Mommy, does my pizza have crust? Mommy, should we wait for daddy to get home?” and so on.
And then… CRYING!
I looked over my shoulder to see what could have possibly gone wrong while Portia was between questions and Portia was crying hysterically. She was pointing at her mouth which got me started on my 100 questions (I guess that’s where she gets it?).
“Portia, what’s wrong? Did you bite your tongue? Did you have an accident? Did you hurt yourself? Why are you crying? What’s going on?”
Portia finally pointed to her nose and that’s when it hit me.
“Portia, did you get a bead stuck in your nose?”
Portia nodded frantically… and the rush to the hospital began.
I called my mom to come stay with Madeleine. I gathered a water and iPad for Portia (who knew how long we’d be in the ER for?) and by the time my mom got to our house 10 minutes later, Portia was joking about the bead in her nose. I wasn’t ready to joke yet, but the minute we pulled out of the driveway, a wave of emotion spread over me and I started laughing. Portia joined me and added “Silly Portia” to the mix which made me laugh even harder. Here I was, at the end of a tiring day as it is, driving my almost 3 year old to the hospital with a wooden bead lodged in her nasal cavity. Whose life is this? Sometimes, this whole parenthood schtick just seems like it’s all just a dream.
The ER doctor tried to pry out the bead with tweezers, but to no avail. I was then instructed to block Portia’s *working* nostril and blow really hard into her mouth with one strong puff. So, I did what any mother would do and told Portia to close her eyes and that mommy was just going to give her a big kiss. I did what I was told and the bead popped out. I grabbed it and threw it into the waste bin beside me. And that was that.
Portia was such a trooper, cracking jokes and giggling the whole time. We had some pretty serious chats about not putting things in our nose and ears on the car ride home— things I assumed were understood, as she had never attempted anything like this before.
As we pulled back into our driveway, Portia melted my heart by saying, “Mom, that was a nice day together.”
I love you baby girl. You may be a big girl in preschool now, but you will always be my baby.