In what I can only call a Festivus Miracle, we were able to score Emmie a spot for ear tube placement tomorrow. Somewhere in Chicago, some other kid is pumping his fist on avoiding going under the knife and I am jumping up and down that we’re possibly ruining her Christmas.
But the alternative is living with yet another ear infection — this is No. 3 in three weeks for those playing along at home. Well, technically, the current ear infection never went away from last week after a second dosing of Z-pack goodness. But when she went for her pre-op visit this afternoon, the pediatrician confirmed one ear was still infected and both were filled with fluid. I could have told them that, seeing as her teacher told me she was off all day, needed a lot of hugs and actually slept at naptime.
She refused her dinner, asked to go to bed early and fell asleep on the couch by the light of the Christmas tree and the gentle sounds of her sister screeching, “Nnnnnno! Nnnnnnno!” at 6:20 tonight. When I took her up to bed, she was the proud owner of a 100.7-degree fever, putting our scheduled surgery on tenuous ground.
I checked with one of our doctor friends (Rahul likes to be compensated with blog mentions, and we all know I’m not above whoring my words out for free medical advice) and he said it could go either way, but that I should probably check with the on-call doc. The lovely doctor agreed that this kid is never going to be fever-free until she can kick the ear infection, which won’t happen until she gets tubes. They said bring her on down in the morning and as long as she’s not wheezing or hacking up a lung, she’ll still be on the docket. Sweet!
I thought about asking if I could live-blog the ear tube placement, but somehow, documenting mah baybee’s surgery is much less appealing than making fun of my husband’s.
Think of us tomorrow at 8:30 a.m., when they’ll probably have to peel her off of me when she realizes Mommy can’t come with her. Then think of us again at 10 when we’re all happily eating pancakes. That was what we did the first time she got tubes, and she told me this morning she expects it again. She can have anything she wants afterward. Now’s the time to ask for the iPad2, Em…