Remember the post I wrote about the Awesome Dog Walker a couple of days ago? I started working on it late Thursday night. I was tired and it had been a long day. I used to always stay up late writing my posts, but since our vacation, I've been going to bed a little earlier and getting up a little earlier. I don't love it, but it has been working pretty well.
We spent a good part of Thursday at the county fair (I have some pics to share with you of that too) and it was hot! When we got home from the fair, Curly laid down on the couch and took a nap...a LONG nap! Then he didn't want to go to bed. He was still dancing around at midnight when I finally convinced him to head upstairs. About 12:30 I sat down at the computer to put together my post. By 12:45 I was almost finished when a sad little voice startled me.
I looked up from the computer. "What's wrong?" I asked. Big tears slid down his cheeks as he mumbled something incoherently. I turned his face up to mine so I could understand his trauma. "There's a Lego up my nose!" I'm afraid I didn't handle it very well. In fact I sort of came unglued.
I was half yelling, half lecturing as I tried to spot the offending piece while he blubbered that he couldn't really remember how it got there. He got so upset he actually vomited! I was hoping that might bring out the block and I looked carefully before I finally gave up. (I know, but it wasn't that much and I didn't have to touch anything...)
My sweetie woke up about the time I got my shoes on. I was NOT going after that piece by myself! First of all I couldn't see it Second, with his asthma, I was afraid I might dislodge it and send it somewhere much scarier than his nose We were heading for the emergency room.
We got there just after 1:00 AM. The receptionist told us things had just settled down so that was good news. It took us about 10 minutes to check in and then another 10 to see the nurse. I was worried that Curly might fall asleep before the doc came in so we watched the Olympics for another 10 minutes.
It was quick for ER times. The doc pulled it right out with some long tweezers. He seemed a bit put off when I told him we needed to take it home. Curly was not taking any chances with Sport...it was his Lego.
Teach suggested that maybe he just had to get this one last three-year-old right-of-passage out of his system before his birthday today...
I'm just wondering what we get to look forward to now that he's four!