One night at home watching TV with the family... $Priceless
One popcorn kernel, a trip to the Instacare, and another trip to the ENT... $Really Expensive
The other night we decided to pop some popcorn while we watched TV. The next morning there was a little left over in the bowl and the boys wanted to finish it, so I let them. Then they started to play and make a mess more than eat it so I took it away. I noticed Landon was holding some kernels in his hand and I told him to go throw them away. About 5 minutes later, he kept saying to me "somping in my nose" I thought he was referring to a booger and didn't think much about it. I tried to get him to blow his nose with a tissue, but he is not much of a blower yet and it didn't work. He was very distraught and kept sticking his finger up his nose to try and get it. A couple of minutes later he yelled "momma" and I turned around and saw blood coming from his nose so I picked him up and took him to the kitchen to clean him up. The blood was gushing out and wouldn't stop. It was at that moment I realized what was up his nose... a popcorn kernel. What do I do now, I thought? I ended up taking him to the Instacare, but they couldn't get it out because it was lodged so far up his nose. So they sent me to a Ear, Nose and Throat doctor. Luckily, this doctor was able to get the kernel out with his special tools. On the way home, I thought about how much this little popcorn kernel was going to cost me. I wished that I had realized what was up his nose before it was too late. I never really had a problem with Landon putting things in his mouth, nose or ears until this moment. He definitely knows better now. Later he kept telling me "the doctor did it", which I thought was funny. He's okay now, but it was a little scary for me when his nose wouldn't stop bleeding and it was literally pouring out all over the place. This reminded me of the time when I was babysitting my youngest brother, Michael, while my mom ran down the street for a moment. He was about 2 or 3 years old and he put some wheels to a toy car up his nose. I was 8 or 9 years old and I can remember panicking and ran next door to my Grandma Great's house to get help. She helped me get a hold of my mom and then my mom took him to the doctor. I still remember how frightened I was and really thought he was going to die. Obviously, he didn't and everything was okay.