Well, as expected the ENT said that Little Bear needs tubes. I really wanted for him to do it then and there…no drugs…just fussing for a few minutes. But, due to Luke being a little older, he wouldn’t do it. He said it would be a battle and that although he knew that he would win, Luke would be traumatized.
So, we are all set for Thursday morning (as in tomorrow) as the day. I will be taking Luke to the surgery center by myself…something that has to be done but I am less than thrilled about. The next available opening for the procedure would be close to another month so I took what I could get as soon as I could get it. I know that God alone can give me the strength to hand over yet another one of my babies. It’s just so hard to walk anywhere near that memory lane.
I am focusing on all the good things that I’ve been told from others who have had children get tubes. I pray that it helps my baby, too. Goodness knows, he deserves to not have an ear infection for at least two months in a row.
Maybe he’ll start talking more, too? He has a few favorite words but certainly understands a lot! For example, he kept turning off the DVD player last night (Wyatt was watching a little phonics movie before bedtime) and I told Luke “no” and then he did it again so I warned him that he was about to go to timeout…well, what do you think that little turkey did?…he gets the biggest grin on his face & runs straight for timeout…sits down on the timeout mat and just laughs...so proud that he’s in timeout. Perhaps, he’s seen his big brother there a time or two and thinks it’s big stuff?? Perhaps, it’s not exactly serving its purpose with him?? Oh, this baby has us wrapped like we never imagined…
Please pray for him tomorrow morning…and for his mommy’s heart, too.