Today, Spencer had tubes placed in his ears. For the last three years, he has experienced hearing problems due to frequent ear infections and fluid in his ears. It has been so bad that I can be right next to him speaking in my normal voice and he does not hear me. This year, I became particularly concerned that it was affecting his school work. FINALLY, my doctor referred me to an ear nose and throat specialist and within a couple of weeks, Spencer was scheduled for surgery.
When we arrived at the hospital, Spencer began getting nervous the moment he was told he had to wear a hospital gown. When the nurse took his blood pressure and listened to his heart, his concern increased. By the time they wheeled him into the room right next to the O.R., I could tell he was terrified. His eyes were wide with fear and full of tears. It broke my heart to see him so anxious. Luckily, the anaesthesiologist also noticed Spencer's anxiety and immediately gave him "giggle juice," a.k.a.
Valium. Pretty soon, I could tell he was feeling a little better. After meeting with the surgeon, I headed to the waiting room and before I knew it, Spencer was done and they asked me to go to the recovery room to reassure him as he began awakening. In the recovery room, he was disoriented, moving around confusedly, crying, moaning and complained of ear pain. But after we got him to his room, and got him some Tylenol, he perked up, ate some food, got dressed and was completely fine.
The nurse from the recovery room ran into us in the elevator and she was shocked it was the same kid she had in the recovery room because Spencer was happy and talkative as we left the hospital. He even felt well enough to go to school for his
Easter egg hunt. I am so grateful that he will be able to hear again.
For me, it was a bit traumatic. It was hard sending him into surgery, knowing how worried he was. When Paul asked him about it, Spencer said, "I don't want to talk about it. It was too scary." I am thankful it was just a simple elective surgery for his first time and not something serious. As we were leaving the hospital, Spencer suggested that I buy him something because he was so brave. I usually balk at these types of requests, but for once, I felt he deserved something so we stopped at
Walmart and got him a little Star Wars kit (the cheapest one they had.) That made him happy and proud of himself. . . so
all's well that ends well!