One of the moment I have dreaded since Tucker was in my womb, occurred today. Only, it was not the older child by the name of Tucker, that sent us to the Doctors Office at 11:40 yesterday afternoon. It was Truman Ross Phillips.
Now, I don’t use middle names too often at our house, but Trumans Decision yesterday afternoon, totally merits the full name use.
I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, and Tucker was at Austins house across the street, and we were just going to head over to pick him up, I asked Truman to go downstairs and grab his shoes. As he was doing so, I noticed a pony bead in his right hand, which he raised over his head then proceeded to throw down the stairs. I heard it echo as it bounced on the tile by our front door.
I made a mental note, to grab that bead after I got my shoes. We’ll I grabbed my shoes, and headed downstairs, but the bead was not by the front door, I started searching the stairs to find it, when I heard Truman Desperately screaming in the other room.
“Orange! Orange! Orange!”
Truman is obsessed with the color orange, and has one pair of orange socks, that he asks to wear everyday.
I just assumed that is what he was talking about, and began to explain that he had worn the socks yesterday, but could wear another pair, But he was not having anything to do with me. He began yelling at the top of his Lungs, ORANGE! ORANGE! ORANGE! Then the word BOOGIE! (that sounded like ohgoie!) Then pointing to his eye duct.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I calmly put his shoes on, and as I did so, tried to calm him down. He was talking a mile a minute, so I still couldn’t really understand what he was saying, but at least he was not talking really loud anymore. I could understand one word that he was saying. Orange. Truman really is passionate about the color orange, so I was looking around for all the things that were orange in the room, but I really still didn’t understand what he was talking about…
While naming EVERYTHING that was orange in the room, I noticed his diaper was dirty. We’ll I laid him down to change him, when I discovered what Truman had been yelling about.
He had stuck the ORANGE PONY BEAD UP HIS NOSE.
I sat there and let out a little giggle, then I just shook my head, and thought (In a sarcastic tone) “Oh, Truman Ross Phillips, this is why I love being a mother!”
I tried to get him to blow it out, but it was no use, he had gotten it clear up there, to the top of his nasal cavity, and nothing I was going to do was going to get it out.
We called the Dr.’s office who said bring him in, if it is too deep, we’ll just put him under and then get it out.
So off we went, to Dr. Connors office.
She double booked us, and got us in, The nurse held his head, and I held his hands and lower body, while Dr. Connor worked her magic. She used a magic little tool, was able to rotate the bead enough, so she could see the little hole in the bead, and was able to pull it out, to which Tucker promptly asked, “Can we keep it?”
All I have to say, is that is was a good thing that Truman had his adnoids removed last summer, or else this post with have a picture of him with his nostril cut open 😉
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