Well - have you ever had one of those weeks? They just seem to go on and on and on? That was last week. I have just recovered enough to get it out there.
On Saturday, March 29th, my adorable daughter, Miranda, came up to me and stated, "Bead in nose." Being the ever alert Mom I am, I asked her what she had said, so she repeated, "Bead in nose." Being on top of it, I asked, "Did you stick a bead up your nose?" She responded with a nod. I looked and could not see the bead, so I asked her about it again. She insisted that it was up her nose. Jeff is outside working with the neighbor to fix the fence that blew over about a month ago. I go outside and calmly tell him I am taking Miranda to the pediatric doc-in-the-box to have a bead removed from her nose. I had to repeat it to him also.
So off Miranda and I go (Sterling played next door with Justin and Emilie) to the clinic. She has sneezed a couple of times, but still says the bead is in her nose. At the clinic, we were seen pretty fast. The doctor came in and looked up her nose and said, "There is is. It is purple." So of course, I looked too. Yep, I see it now. They explain to me how they will get it out. Does not sound like lots of fun, but then you don't need to be putting beads in your nose, do you??? The doctor takes a bulb syringe and shoots warm water up the side of the nose that does NOT have the bead in it, and the bead - and a lot of water - come shooting out of Miranda's nose. She was not very happy about that procedure. But you can ask her and she will tell you that we do not put things in noses.
Then comes Monday. I am supposed to go to work in the afternoon to help out with a funeral, but my morning still goes along as usual. I take Sterling to gymnastics and Miranda and I go to Wal-Mart. Since I don't need much, I let her sit in the back of the cart. She is being pretty good. But just as I decide to turn a little quickly (almost missed my aisle), she decides to stand up. You guessed it - out she falls, on her head, on the floor at WM. She screams. I run and grab her. No blood, but she is not a happy camper. Being the together Mom, I call the pediatricians office to see if they would like to see her. They say no, but since she fell from a distance greater than four feet, I should take her to the ER so they can determine if she needs a CT scan. What the...?
I go pick up Sterling early, and have to explain that Miranda fell and she needs to go to the doctor. I take him to Heather's and go to the ER with Miranda. Good thing I had bought a new toy for her at WM, huh? She seems to be fine, but does have a lovely bruise on her head. After about 1.5 hours we are done at the ER. They decide not to do a CT scan since she had normal cranial nerve function, and there is no apparent reason to expose her brain to radiation. But I should take her to her pediatrician the next day, just to make sure it is all good.
We get home and all is well. Sterling and her are playing as usual and having a great time. Mom really needs a drink. After we go to bed, I keep seeing her fall every time I close my eyes. Not a fun thing. Then, every time she makes the smallest sound, I go check on her. Sometimes even if she doesn't make a sound. She was fine. Took her to the doctor the next morning. They said everything seemed fine and just be careful. YEAH!!!
I take her to school and have to run to the church for something. On the way from the church, I am thinking about how good Taco Bueno sounds and what is the best way to get there. Or do I even want to mess with it? Why not just go home and go to sleep? I am in my own little world, when I look up and what do I see? A motorcycle cop! Yep, you guessed it. I got a ticket for speeding. At this point all I wanted to do was sleep, so I did not even attempt to discuss my fun couple of days with him.
This week is definitely looking better. Knock on wood.
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