After 5 ear infections and fluid that would not disappear, we were immediately fit in to see the Ear, Nose & Throat Specialist this past Friday morning and Knox's ear tube surgery was scheduled for this morning.
Bada-bing-bada-boom.
Let the proverbial flood gates open... or in Knox's case, puss. (Gross, I know.)
I figured we'd carry on like normal - mild fussiness, runny nose, a waking or two a night after getting the 5th infection diagnosis on Friday. Saturday panned out normal -- well, minus our insane garage sale. Sunday ---- ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
I was up all night with him super fussy and inconsolable. I never thought I'd be so eager to have a child of mine have surgery. I'd sit and watch the minutes go by in anticipation of relief for him. So grateful to have the ability to just have a "fix" presented to you and be able to take advantage of it immediately.
So blessed.
Here he is tucked under my armpit, in Nash's bed (Nash was at my parents for the night), elevated:
I was up early (well, all night like I said, but it was still early). We were set to leave for the hospital's surgery center at 5:15a. 5:00a I was ready to go!!!
It was an odd drive to the hospital. Ty and I took separate cars as he had an 8am meeting that couldn't be moved and since the surgery was at 7a, we knew it would be cutting it close. The dark sky was still showing itself and I found the car's atmosphere to be very still and solemn. I couldn't put my finger on what was the deal... I was having a "moment". I'd remembered driving that very same way, around the same time, the morning my Grandma passed. Was that it? Maybe she was with me?? A few prayers ran through my mind. I prayed the Good Lord would grant me strength, faith, patience. I prayed to my guardian angels that they'd hold Knox's hand as they put him under. All those things you say in times like that... I said them. In my head... While Flo Rida rang true through the speakers (oh my!).
**Come to find out today marks the 2 year anniversary of the passing of my beloved Grams. Ahhhh... it all makes sense now; the odd presence in the car. She was with me. <3
At the surgery center, I was calm. I was comforted in knowing my little guy was in good hands. Here he is pre-surgery with Ty and the bear they give patients as a "lovey" to hold if they're scared.
The surgery was fast. I barely had a chance to use the restroom, return to my seat and text my mom of what was going on before I looked up at the noise of the door shutting and saw Dr. Peiffer walking toward Ty and I. Actually, my heart landed like an anvil in my stomach that something might've gone wrong and then I put myself through a gut-check. Duh. It wasn't supposed to last long anyways.
All went well. Both his ears were completely full of puss and fluid that had been sitting in there for months. The pressure of the fluid was what was keeping him up all night. Cue the Mommy-relief sigh. All is well... now when can I see my kid???
He spent the better part of 30 mins crying coming out of his anesthesia. The same sort of thing that Nash did after his adenoidectomy. It wasn't anything a big ol' bottle couldn't cure.
After our discharge instructions were given and a big goodbye was had, we loaded up for home.
He crashed hard en route home. Killed me to take this kid out of his car seat:
While he was taking his first of many cat-naps today, I tried to muster the strength to straighten up, what looked like, WWIII in the kitchen from my up-all-nighter. I stopped to snap a pic of the bear he was given. Truth is, it'll probably end up in another Chambers Family garage sale... but not without a moment to think about what wonderful relief this morning has bestowed on my sweet little Monkey.
