Why do kids put things up their noses?
I don’t remember ever doing something like that, nor do I remember my sister doing it. We just didn’t think of plugging up our nostrils with various things, I guess.
Then I became a parent. We have had two such nostril-plugging incidents, and they were actually pretty funny (in retrospect, that is.)
The scene is lunchtime, at our kitchen table.
“Mom!” A look of panic crosses 2 1/2 year old P’s face.
“What’s wrong honey?”, I asked.
“I have raisins in my nose!”, she cried, tears bursting from her eyes.
“You have WHAT?”
Oh yes, raisins.
Not one raisin. Not even two raisins.
Oh no, my lovely daughter had THREE raisins stuck up her nose! Two in the right nostril, and one in the left.
I looked, but knew there was no way I could just grab them. So, what to do? Fighting the urge to panic, as my medical knowledge reminded me that she could actually inhale them, if they traveled all the way up & back. I grabbed some tissue and had her blow her nose, HARD. It took about four blows, but she got them all out.
“Now honey, are you going to ever do that again?”
“Nooooo no no no!”
Would you believe she repeated said incident, with just one raisin, about two months later?
The most horrific nostril plugging incident in our family’s history.
J was the cutest little thing. At 16 months she was speaking complete sentences and mimicking everything her three older sibs did. She wanted to ride a two-wheeler and swing by herself on the swings, kick a soccer ball, and drink from a big cup. She loved story time with mom or dad, and always wanted to cuddle (she’s 13 now and still sits on my lap).
“What’s that smell? Wow, something really stinks! Did you empty the garbage?” My husband was reading the kids a story. It was nearly bedtime.
“No, the trash went out a while ago. I don’t smell anything,” I said from the kitchen.
We had this conversation several times over the course of several weeks. It took a while before we realized that the smell was our youngest child. Not her bottom end, but her top end. Specifically, her BREATH. It was bad.
OH it was SO BAD.
We tried brushing her teeth several times a day, breath mints, you name it. There was just nothing that would make her breath any better! After about two months I finally took her to the doctor, fearing a stomach ailment or SOMETHING.
I didn’t know what else could make her breath so terrible, but I swear it smelled like something had DIED and was rotting inside her mouth.
The doctor asked the usual questions.
How long has this been going on? Has there been any drooling, nasal discharge, earaches, etc? No, no, no. Everything about her was normal. She talked and played and slept and was the happiest kid on earth.
He looked in her ears, which were normal. Then he looked up her nose.
“She has something quite large up her nose. Hang on, we’ll get that thing out of there.”
He took a forceps and pulled out a light neon yellow cotton ball.
A cotton ball that smelled like a rotting corpse.
“OH! (gag) That’s the smell!!”
Wow. Yessirree, she’d stuck a whole cotton ball, in one piece, up her left nostril. She had never mentioned it, never said her nose was stuffy, nothing. Her breath went back to normal in about an hour. :p