Mommy Gear

Every once in a while a Mom gets a feeling. It cannot be described. It is a feeling of calmness, but anxiety all wrapped up into one emotion. It comes on quickly. When it does I am learning to trust it and find you two. It doesn't have to be quiet or a mad house. It is just a sixth mommy sense kicked into gear.

Kaden came out of the bedroom with your nose in the air. We didn't make real eye contact. I didn't speak to you, nor were you making noise. For some reason Mommy Gear kicked in.

I came out of the kitchen. He quickly went down into the living room. His quick avoiding toddler pace was hint number two.

I ask what is going on. He says nothing, but in a nasal tone. Hint three thta there is something strange going on. I ask if he is eating something. I am told no.

Again, his head is tipped back.

You point to it. The forth and final hint. "Kaden is there something in your nose?" As I ask him I have him in my arms almost upside down inspecting him. I don't see anything.

He tells me yes. I could not see anything, so I think to myself here we go back to good ole Providence to have something removed. I take him up with one arm and quickly move to the back of the house.

I find my tweezers and tissue and head back into the living room.

I lay him down on the couch. I prop his head with a pillow to examine the patient and to help with the disloging of whatever is in his nose. I look into his right nostril and I think I see it.

"Kaden, lay very still. This is going to tickle." I put the tweezers into his nose. I cannot get it. I am fearful of pushing it up into his brain. It may or may not be an old wives tale, but I am not testing the truth on my son.

I push my shoulders down and readjust my neck as if I am Rocky going in for my next fight.

"Okay, Kaden remember when you had a runny nose and you blew your nose? Mama needs you to blow really hard into this tissue."

I am holding a tissue to his nose and keeping the left nostril closed.

He blew and he blew. I asked him to give one more big blow...

And it would appear that he saved his own little life! I was in shock... I had to explain that we do not put anything in our nose. Bless his heart as he looks at me and says, "Mama not sad to KK? I sorry. KK won't do it again. OK? I won't."

Off he ran to play.