Bean is still sick, she's back to school but is taking a second course of anti-biotics for a nasty sinus infection that just won't go away. Next step...ENT [ear, nose and throat]. Been there done that before, cost alot of money...but I SOOO glad we spent that money.
When Bean was three I had to sleep with her because of a thunderstorm, as I lay there trying to fall asleep, I noticed that she would stop snoring and then all of a sudden gasp and begin snoring again.
I called the pediatrician the next morning for an appointment [got one immediately], and was told that this was a dangerous situation because Bean wasn't breathing [AT ALL!] when she stopped snoring, the gasp was her bodies reaction to the lack of oxygen. Yikes! And the lack of oxygen isn't good, nor is missing a good nights sleep because your body is constantly trying to fight for air.
As fate would have it, Beans Pediatrician is married to an ENT doctor. How handy is that? What he found was that her left sinus was totally blocked by her adnoid, you could actually see it when you looked up her nose...gross. As if that wasn't enough her tonsils completely blocked her airway when she laid down...they were HUGE!
It's not common to have your tonsils out at age 3, but given the situation, we made the appointment and they were taken out.
Now...I can't stress enough the worry and anxiety involved in knowing your three year old is going to be hauled away to surgery. How can a parent protect their child when you're not allowed in the same room with them? And even if I were allowed in the room, I had no knowledge of how to make her well again. Giving over control to the doctors [and God] was very hard for me.
Bean was leary of the strange surroundings of the hospital and the doctors and nurses flitting in and out of our cubby hole. Note: you don't get a luxury suite when waiting for surgery. Bean was whining and clinging to me
until they gave her the magic syrup!!!
To this day I swear it was some sort of liquid LSD. Before this medicine could've hit her belly she was swaying from side to side, smiling...eyes more glazed then a dozen doughnuts. She started to mumble and reach for imaginary things. She got up on her knees and nearly fell off of the bed trying to grasp things out of the air. Wow! Couldn't we all use this sort of day now and then? Seeing her like this brought a spark of humor to a tense situation and helped me to relax, at least I didn't have to worry about her being terrified to leave the room with the doctors and nurses.
WRONG! She screamed like a scalded cat...ohh...my poor scared baby.
The nurse stayed behind to explain that this was a normal reaction to the drug, their baby brains know that something is out of sync but they can't grasp what it is...so they get scared. [Great just what I didn't want]
It didn't last long...they got her 'put under' fairly quickly and about two minutes later she was out of surgery. Well...it wasn't really two minutes but it seemed like a very short time.
My real question is...what's left to do at the ENT if you don't have tonsils and adnoids? She's had CAT scans of her sinus' and they're normal, so that leaves what????
All I know is that I'm tired...waking up in the middle of the night to fix a sick child is a blessing to be sure [I will be forever greatful Lord] but its a blessing with a booger on it, lack of sleep is aging me.
Bye for now.