I just got back from an emergency trip to the doctor's office. Joy.
Abbey had a little friend playing over this afternoon, and about an hour ago, Abbey came running into the kitchen crying. Crying because she had one of the beads they were playing with stuck in her nose. This from the girl who told me she was never ever ever gonna stick another bead in her nose again.
I looked and couldn't see it, then made her blow and blow and blow her nose. Still no sign of the bead. So she blew and blew and blew some more. And repeated it all over again. The bead was firmly stuck. I knew I couldn't get it out without hurting her, so I called the doctor and they told me to bring her in asap.
With her little friend in tow, we headed to the office. I was growing more and more frustrated in the waiting room. We had to repair our refrigerator earlier this week, and this appointment was going to cost me at least $100, and all of that was money we had planned to use for Christmas. I started praying (again). And Abbey started sneezing. She sneezed about 5-6 times, and I grabbed some tissue and made her blow and blow and blow some more. And guess what? The bead came O-U-T. I gathered up our stuff, told the receptionist that the bead was out, and we left and now the girls are home again playing happily with Jack and Polly Pocket.
And once again Abbey tells me that she's never ever ever gonna stick another bead in her nose. And I really, really want to believe her this time. I'm going to tape the bead from today next to the other one I have taped inside my kitchen cabinet. That's another story you can read here. The similarities are amazing.
My life is never boring. Ever.
PS--We both told God thank you!