So, today Don calls me from the living room; a mommy emergency. I go in there. Isabella has gum stuck up her nose.

Me: “You stuck gum up your nose?”
Izzy: “No, it went up through the hole in my mouth.”
Don: “You don’t have a hole in your mouth anymore.”

Well, yes, she does. A small one, right on her gumline, which they’ll repair with a bone graft from her hip when she’s a few years older. And, yes, gum was up in there, tucked waaaaay back in a hole behind her one crooked tooth that grows in the gap, and you could just see it if you looked into her nose, too. Tweezers wouldn’t reach. Got the end of a floss stick and got some to come out, but, hey, it’s GUM and stringy.

So I’m calling med-link to see if our doc wants her to go to the ER (I’m imagining her aspirating it in the night!)

In she runs: “Mommy, mommy! I sucked it out.” She spits it into my hand, then grins. “Nose gum!”

Personally, I prefer bubble gum….

Me and Isabella