Yesterday was quite an interesting day for our whole family. My two-year-old son gave us a scare. He put a blue rainbow loom band in his nose!
As I was preparing to put Emman down for his daily afternoon nap, I saw him forcibly picking his nose and he seemed very irritated. I asked him what was he removing from his left nostril and he cried out, “ Mommy, rainbow loom!” I saw a blue loom band inside. I tried to remove it with tweezers but it was way out of my reach. I called Angel, our pediatrician and my very close friend. She advised me what I should do to get out. But then it was nowhere insight anymore and Emman was now crying non-stop (which apparently was a good sign, because it means he is breathing well…). Angel told me to bring him to the E.R. so that they could use an apparatus that was long enough to take out the foreign object inside his nose. Their main concern was if the object stays there too long, it could cause infection.
Anyway, I am writing this blog because I want to remember this day, and I want to be able to recount this to my son Emman when he is older. I regret not videoing the doctors taking the band from inside his nose. I was holding him and my husband was parking when we were in the ER. I feel bad that I wasn’t able to document such a once in a lifetime experience (at least I hope so!).
I entitle this “Brave Heart Moments” because I realize that as much as we don’t like events such as what happened to my two year old son, these moments also pose a rare opportunity for each of us to realize how strong and brave we actually can be.
The Mom— me, I freaked out. This was the first time this has ever happened to me in my 6 years of being a mom. My daughter Andi was very active when she was younger but very careful. She rarely did things close to this. Emman on the other hand, seems to be very curious and adventurous about a lot of things. Well, could be their personalities or maybe he is just being a boy. As they say, boys will be boys.
Anyway, I am grateful for Angel, who calmly explained what I should do and assured me that this was nothing serious. She also firmly told me that the best thing to do is to bring him to the ER so it could be taken out right away. After a few minutes, I eventually just accepted that this happened, thanked God that my son is okay and breathing, and I called my husband to explain to him what had happened and that we should take our son to the Emergency Room.
I thank God for His grace that gives my heart strength do what I need to do and his peace that makes me calm amidst the highly stressful situations. Today gave me an extra stretch and strengthened me as a mom. I can say, for foreign objects being stuck in a child’s nose, “ Been there, done that.”
My husband—Well, it is true JA’s fashion to remain calm and unmoved. Grateful to God for a husband I can depend on and who is always there for me and our children. One call and he is there. And him being there made him our hero.
The Big Sister—Andi, was concerned the whole time when we were still at home. She would try to assist me handing me my phone so I could use it as a flashlight. When I told her that we have to take her little brother to the hospital, she was so fast in obeying what I told her to do. I told her to freshen up, and get ready. When I had to put Emman in the bed (he didn’t want to let go of me) so I can prepare our bags and so I could dress up too. I asked Andi if she can hug Emman so he can stop crying. Effortlessly, she took her brother, hugged him, talked to him, and made him laugh. In almost an instant, he was calm. Then, he was talking and even laughing!
I thank God for this moment that gave Andi a chance to be a hero to her little brother. I saw her shine the brightest amidst this stressful moment. She is a blessing to me beyond words. She is truly a gem.
My little boy—when he was frantically crying, Angel told me to give him a strong anti-allergy medicine to calm him down. It usually takes effect after 30 minutes and she said it would be perfect timing when we arrive in the ER. She told me they usually give this there so it would be easier to do the procedure with the child. Anyway, the medicine I had was expired so I wasn’t able to give any to Emman.
I actually forgot about it because when we arrived in the hospital, he was so calm and compliant. He followed all the procedures the nurse asked him to do (check his weight, temperature etc.). Emman even walked to the room without me with the nurse. I was still filling out the forms. I asked Andi to follow him and stay with him.
When Emman was sitting on the bed and the resident doctors checked his nose, they said the blue rainbow loom was visible. They just had to use a extra long tweezers to take it out. I held Emman’s hand and I asked him to lean on me. He didn’t budge, complain, nor cry a bit! What a brave boy!
When it was done (as it just took a few seconds), we were cheering to see the mucus filled blue loom band to be finally out! I gave my boy a high five and told him that he was so strong and brave, I saw him beaming with pride. His face told it all. “He did it!”
I was so thankful that we didn’t need to sedate him or anything like that. Yes, theoretically it could have made it all easier for Emman and for us but it could have robbed him of this precious chance to face something that could be scary (for a little child), be brave about it and come out victorious!
What a priceless moment for my little “big boy”! He was my hero. And he saw himself as a super hero. As I was putting him to sleep, we prayed as a family and thanked God for being with him and healing him today. I told him, he was brave because God was and is with him. I told him I was proud of him. He was a strong, brave boy. He said, “I am like Hulk, Mommy!” (We had movie night and watched Avengers when we got home.)
Thank God for moments that make our hearts brave.