The Bead Incident of 2011

Yesterday, I took mothering to a whole new level when I got the rather awkward and interesting to opportunity to blow a bead out of my daughter's nose. Oh Delainey doodle, I fear we might both may need some therapy after this bizarre turn of events.
It all started yesterday morning while I was at a doctor's appointment and Delainey stayed home with Daddy. Luke told me, he was still sleeping when Delainey walked in and sat on the bed next to him. He opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him and heard a strange whistling sound. Luke asked Delainey what was making the strange noise and just as happily and carefree as can be, she replied, " I put a bead in my nose Daddy!" After further investigation, Luke did in fact retrieve a bead from her nose with a pair of tweezers. He told her not to do that again and she ran off about her business.
Many hours later after Luke had headed off to work. The kids were getting ready for bed and I was updating my blog when Delainey walks up to me with a pair of tweezers. Smiling sweetly she says, "Momma, I put a bead in my nose. Can you get it out?" It took me a minute to understand what she was saying because I thought, surely she would not have stuffed another bead up her nose after her father had just hours before told her NOT TO!
I tried to get her to plug one side of her nostril and forcibly blow out of the other but that plan totally backfired when she sucked in instead of blowing out. Oy Vey! I then decided to laid her flat on the couch to see if I could possibly see it clearly enough to try and retrieve myself. I could see nothing. Super! I told her we would have to get dressed and go see a doctor. Lord have mercy, all hell broke loose! She started kicking and screaming for her daddy. Hollering like a wild animal about how Daddy could get it out with the "weezers." Unfortunately for all of us, he was flying nights and the Internet said head straight for the doctor's office. So, I packed up the kids and we drove into the local ER. I prayed all the way there that we would not have to be there all night but the timing did not look good as it was already 8:30pm on a Friday night. However, by the Grace of God, there weren't many people in there and everyone was more then friendly.
(Side note: several of the other folks around us in the ER were there for spider bites...I would much rather have a bead in the nose!)
The doctor we saw could totally feel my pain was more then understanding and as he has a little girl about the same age as Delainey. He was amazed at how far she was able to get it in her nasal passage and walked out of the room to retrieve some alligator pliers but he did mention he had his doubts that they would work. After he left, I began to pray that God would give me the courage and the strength I needed to get through this.
Several minutes later, the doctor walked back in empty handed and told me there might be one other way to retrieve the bead, if I was willing to try it. I was all ears, thinking ANYTHING had to be better then strapping her down and shoving a metal object into her head. The solution was to lay her flat, plug one side of her nose and forcibly blow into her mouth (think CPR) and the theory was the bead would blow right out. I was a little skeptical but thought it worth the try. Delainey was so sweet and did not question any of it. And just as luck would have it, one blow and that snot covered bead hit me right in the side of my face. I truly felt relieved...and violated!

(You better believe that bead is taped securely in her baby book!)