Lesser of Two Ear-vils.
I didn’t want to put her through surgery. Couldn’t bare the thought. However, the alternative was to not have the surgery done and risk hearing issues, chronic infections and a whole slew of horrors. So, we chose the lesser of two evils.
E had her surgery last Wednesday and let me tell you… I have never been more amazed by a person in my life. We woke her up earlier than usual, denied her of her “breakfast” and dragged her to a doctor’s office filled with screaming children and shockingly bright lighting. She was then taken back into a pre-op room where she was passed around amongst three funny-looking strangers who then took the liberty to poke and prod her while Mommy winced. She remained calm the entire time. In fact, she was smiling and giggling.
When it came time to go back to the OR, she was whisked up and out of my arms by our fabulous nurse (side note: You should take some time to appreciate the hard work and dedication of nurses. Do this because I told you so… oh and because they do the real dirty work and also manage to be the support of patients/families.) and off she went - still, with a smile on her face.
In less than ten minutes (and I am not exaggerating) we were called back to recovery. It was extremely painful to see E crying at the top of her lungs, eyes closed and blood in her ears and on her little hospital gown - BUT - I was able to nurse her right away and within ten minutes, her crying subsided and she was a perfect little snoozer.
When we got home, I was nervous of her reaction once the pain medication wore off and she realized something was different. I was sure she would wake up with the strength of five horses and scream directly at me with a tone that could only say, “How could you do this to me?!?!” This reaction never happened. She was 100% back to her smiley, happy-self as soon as she woke up. We had no issues with her eating, wetting diapers, etc. She was a super star!
Her recovery has been smooth sailing (knock on wood) and so far, she seems to be hearing a bit better as well as sleeping a bit better. I was/am so extremely proud of our little girl. Seven months old and a real tough cookie. Wonder where she gets that from… ;)
*Thank you to my readers who gave me some support regarding this issue. It was so very much appreciated & I will never forget it! My readers rock hard!
