Last week we went to the ENT because Reagan had been having issues with ear infections for a six month stretch that ended about four months ago. She hasn’t had an ear infection for a long time but the pediatrician kept seeing fluid in her ears and although she wasn’t having issues with hearing she wanted to make sure that we had it checked by a specialist. So off to the ENT we went.
Reagan was super excited when we got there. There was a play area for her to hang out in with her size table and chairs and all kinds of fun toys to play with. As we were waiting for the doctor Reagan was entertaining herself and making the older adults in the waiting room laugh. My social butterfly! Unfortunately that mood swiftly changed when we met the doctor. Rey took one look at him, immediately crawled into my lap and started crying. Maybe it was the way this guy looked (I’m pretty sure he didn’t smile once) or maybe it was the way he spoke but she instantly wanted to run away.
I sat her in my lap as he examined both ears…again a horrible experience as Rey didn’t want this man anywhere near her person. Once the exam was over he said there was fluid build up (tell me something I didn’t know) and he was going to have his assistant perform a hearing test. Great, maybe that’s why her listening to us has been so crappy recently. Or maybe that’s just because she is an independent toddler. Either way more objects in her ears and an unpleasant doctor visit. I was never going to get her into the car to go to the doctor again.
Once the hearing test started Reagan once again climbed into my lap but the lady that came in put her right at ease. She inserted the little tube into her ear to get a reading from the air displacement. She was basically blowing air into Reagan’s ears. Once the first ear was done, Rey turned her head and said “more.” I guess she liked the sensation. Hearing test complete. Back to the doctor’s chair and back to a squirming toddler. Enter doctor, insert tears and whining.
“Well, she’s gonna need tubes. She has fluid build up in both ears and if you leave it it will turn to a molasses like substance and will dramatically affect her hearing.” Such pleasant news and that man didn’t break a facial muscle telling us either. I guess if you are the best in your field I’ll let it slide. I don’t need him to have a sense of humor in surgery. So, Reagan goes under next Monday to have tubes inserted in her ears. Poor baby. Thankfully it’s a quick surgery and she should come out of it after in a great mood. One things for sure…I’m going to be nervous even though it’s routine and they perform so many. Maybe I can sneak in to the operating room and get a sniff of the funny gas too! Put me out so I can skip the whole thing.