So I promise you guys I have some awesome organization and DIY project in the works. They are just coming along very slowly these days as Dylan has been one sick kiddo with back to back to back…. to back… ear infections.
However…I’m happy to report that “Operation Tubes” is now officially complete! I’ve learned quickly that being a parent comes with a lot of hard and just sucky decisions. Deciding that my precious little boy should have holes cut in his ear, when he couldn’t even tell me how bad the pain was or wasn’t, is a hard freaking decision. But that said, I’m now 100% confident in our decision to get the tubes and thought I would share our experience in case anyone else is wrestling with this… or has been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
So after 5 doses of antibiotics + the associated bouts of diaper rash, and 3 painful Rocephin shots we reached our breaking point with these dang ear infections. It was seriously as if every time Dylan got a new tooth or a little cold, he was tugging at those ears and spiking crazy high fevers. Jer and I did a good amount of research on our options prior to picking the tubes route and although I can’t intelligently relay all of that information to you guys (honestly because I’m not sure I understand it all), I quickly learned how common the tubes procedure is. One parent we met in the waiting room of our Doc’s office even said.. “all the cool kids are doing it these days…”
Unfortunately before getting to tubes, it also sounds like most of these cool kids are giving antibiotics a fair chance. Lord knows that we certainly did – Augmentin, Amoxicillin, one that started with a C that caused a rusty colored poop, and then what my pediatrician called in his “big gun” – 3 shots of Rocephin. It was at the moment the doctor said he was bringing out the most powerful thing he could that I realized that we definitely needed to chat with an ENT.
So after meeting with the ENT – which Dylan as you can see below really enjoyed , the tubes option just became the clear solution. Dylan had multiple ear infections, oral antibiotics were starting not to work, and we were entering cold and flu season. On top of that the ENT doctor we met with was fantastic – he explained the procedure step by step, showed me an actual “tube” – which looks more like a grommet than a tube – and explained how this would eliminate the fluid that was constantly building up in his little baby ears.
The actual procedure was absolutely seamless. I was so extremely impressed with how organized, friendly and educational our ENT and the Virginia Eye Institute (where the procedure was done) was. We got there at 7:15, filled out a few papers, had his vital taken, watched a little Finding Nemo, and then finally it was time for him to go into the operating room … w.i.t.h. o.u.t. me. Aside from making the actual decision, strangers taking my little boy away from me was the hardest part. Jer had to coach me a little on this as I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out the second they took him from my arms. So instead, I gave him a big kiss and happily said “Have fun sweetie!” Ok… poor word choice, I know.
Dylan kept his cool the entire time and seemed to really dig our three matching hospital bracelets.
Seriously 10 minutes after he went back (yes, without me!), a nurse reopened the door to tell me he was ready for us. He was very very upset when I got to him and even after we got him settled in the car. But after about 20 minutes and a little juice and cheerios, he was content and fast asleep in the back of my mom mobile.
Then we got home.. ate doughnuts… and played. I’m a firm believer in doughnuts as a post-operative pick me up or even for a bad day. But in all seriousness just a few hours after the procedure, he was 100% back to normal and talking/making noises more than ever. Although a hard one to make, getting tubes was a good decision for us.