I had taken Noah to the ENT a month ago for his 6 month checkup only to find out the tubes had fallen out and his ears were clogged with fluid. He went through a round of antibiotics and ear drops, went back in 10 days and the fluid was still there. Rather than go through another round of meds, Dr. Diaz decided that he probably needed the tubes again.
So Noah and I left 5:30 am the first day of spring and drove 45 minutes away to the hospital from rain into snow. Noah's a little shellshocked here before the surgery.
Now he's in a little gown. He's commando under it. I forgot to bring underwear! Poor little Noah...
He was a brave little soldier, just like last time when he was 18 months. And just like last time he woke up from the anesthesia crying his eyes out. I ran in to find him swaddled up like a baby with a nurse rocking him in a rocking chair. He was crying so hard it would break your heart! He was almost asleep in the stroller when we got outside to find this...
He fell asleep in the car but perked up as soon as we got home. He was wrestling with his brother in record time. At one point during the day Mike and I walked by the bathroom while he was flushing the toilet while talking to himself. He was saying, "Wow! That's loud!" I guess the tubes are already working!
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