Raisins

My little scientist created a new experiment today. He found out the hard way what happens when you put a raisin up your nose. He had been eating a box of raisins (as he has done countless times before) when he came up to me saying, "Stuck, stuck, stuck" while pointing at his nose. I was busy making dinner, so I asked Shalyn to please look and see if he had a raisin in there. She didn't see anything. He kept saying, "Stuck! Ouch! Nose!" So I stopped what I was doing, laid him down on the counter and looked up his nose with a flashlight. Lodged way up his nostril was a raisin.

I got a pair of tweezers hoping I could fish out the raisin with them. No such luck. I called my neighbor across the street and asked her if she had any ideas. She suggested using a nasal aspirator. I tried that, again no luck. A few minutes later my door bell rang, it was Jana (from across the street.) She tried using the tweezers and then the nasal aspirator, no luck for her either. Of course all this was happening just after 5pm when doctor offices close for the night!

I called an advice nurse at our local clinic who suggested spraying some saline up his nose. So I did, making Zane horribly mad. He screamed for several minutes followed by some major gagging. I thought there was a good chance that the raisin had gone the rest of the way up his nose and down his throat, but I wasn't completely sure. He kept screaming and screaming. Having exhausted all efforts I could think of I decided it was time to head to the insta-care.

Fortunately, there wasn't much of a wait. The doctor looked up his nose, but couldn't see anything. He told me that if the raisin was still up there the easiest way to get it out would be for the Dr. to plug the nostril that didn't have the raisin in it and for me to completely cover his mouth with my mouth and blow as hard as I could. We tried this twice. Nothing came out, so either the raisin did go all the way up his nose and down his throat or it's really stuck up there. We're supposed to watch out for any puss or a temperature. If either of those develop, we're supposed to go back.

After all Zane had been through, I thought an ice cream cone at McDonald's would be a good treat for him. Dang! Did I just reward naughty behavior?