As I’ve expressed before, I usually don’t feel like I have things very much together. I often feel like I’m just barely managing the frenetic and delicate choreography of life with kids, and I think I’m usually the least likely mom to pull off something difficult with grace and ease. Which makes it all the more impressive when I actually manage to.
Easter in Austria always means a long weekend for us. Dan gets Good Friday and Easter Monday off of work (the latter is also a school holiday) so we get a four day weekend to color eggs, be festive for Easter and enjoy spring. Our plans for last Friday were to color eggs and to finish up the few last-minute Easter preparations still to be taken care of. I hadn’t been able to find the egg dye we’d used so successfully last year, but I found another type. For this kind, the eggs needed to still be warm from boiling while being dyed, so Friday morning I set about boiling 20 eggs while Dan took the boys out to the courtyard downstairs to run off some steam. (We figured they’d do better at not having egg-dyeing meltdowns if they weren’t too keyed up.)
All was well, and the water was just about to boil, when Dan came in with both boys amidst a bunch of commotion. Liam was very upset, as was Benjamin. It turns out that while outside playing, Liam had managed to put a rock up his nose, and he was (understandably) not happy that it was not as easy to get out as it had been to get in.
Even after 5 1/2 years as parents, this was our first something-in-the-nose experience. Dan assured me he had things under control as I attempted to figure out whether to try and save the eggs or to ditch them and take over with Liam. I called out advice from the kitchen while Dan came up with a series of ideas about how to remove the rock. (My main advice was, “I think he needs to see the doctor”, while Dan was sure he could address the problem at home.) I left the eggs on the stove, set a timer, and tried to help . . . mostly at first by reiterating that I thought it was time for a professional. Our regular pediatrician is (of course) out of town, but after a few minutes I persuaded Dan to call the backup doctor, just to find out what she suggested. No answer. I vetoed Dan’s ideas of using tweezers to remove it (sticking something ELSE in his nose did not seem like the solution to me) and I was on the verge of making a command decision that it was time for a trip to the ER when we decided to settle our debate the modern way . . . with the internet!
We looked up how to remove a rock from a child’s nose and found this. (Don’t read it if you’ll be bothered by being a little grossed out.) We decided that we would try it, and if it failed, we would take the trip to the hospital. So, although Liam was NOT into the idea, we held him down, and I . . . fixed the problem. It actually worked! Liam was a bit shaken from the whole experience, but otherwise completely well, and with a good life lesson learned. I gave him a big snuggle and reassured him that he would be fine. He recovered quickly, and went right back to playing. (When I looked up the link, I was looking at my phone, so I didn’t see the suggestion of actually performing the procedure AT the hospital. I’m really glad everything turned out ok.)
And I got back to the eggs before the timer went off.
I have to say that I kind of felt like a kickass mom. Rock taken out of the nose and eggs boiled for dyeing, all at the same time. We went on to have a fun and festive Friday, everyone was well, and I pretty much felt like I saved the day.