I have officially joined the club of the “mother’s that have kids that put things up their nose!” I always laughed when a mother would tell me about the time their kid stuck a marble or some other object up their nose. I have always wondered what would possess a child to stick something up their nose. Is it curiosity? Is it a save-it-for-later type of place for them? Do they think they can eat it thru their nose? What is it??
About a week or so ago, I allowed my two older girls to go wild all day! Or maybe it was an hour or two and it felt like a day! They built a fort. They played non-stop throwing everything in their sight to one another. They took everything out of the closet to find dress-up outfits. They played hide-and-go-seek underneath all the mess they made. Well, somewhere between the dressing up and hide-and-go-seek in the closet my middle child found the ironing board. Apparently while waiting to be found she began picking the foam off the board. For some reason, she decided to stick it up her nose!!! Yes you read correctly, SHE STUCK FOAM FROM THE IRONING BOARD UP HER NOSE!!! I was putting them to bed reading them a bedtime story when all of a sudden she screams!! “ AHH!!!!! Something is inside my nose!!”
“Oh calm down you’re fine, go blow your nose” I calmly responded.
Well, she just kept screaming! At that point my oldest child decided to tell me that earlier she had been sticking foam up her nose. My husband and I rushed her in to the bathroom where we could have the most light and proceeded to look up her nose. We grabbed the tweezers and pulled out what seemed to be a small piece of yellow foam but soon realized that it was a pretty big piece of foam. We stood there for a minute or two staring at her and at the foam in disbelief. My child smiled and simply stated “oh yeah I stuck that up my nose!”
“ Why would you do that??” We asked.
“I wanted you all to be like are you okay and save me,” she replied.
And there you have it; she did it for attention!! There was no mysterious reason. There was no imaginary secret hiding place. It was just because she needed attention. I slept with her that night. She was happy. I went to bed thinking about how difficult it must be for her having a baby sister and moving to middle child. I went to sleep thinking of ways to make her feel loved and important. I also went to sleep hoping that this would be the first and last time she stuck something up her nose. I really hope so!