Today I took four quite ill children to the ENT specialist at nap time.
I'm not sure if this was like a test to see if the surgeon could remain calm and collected under all circumstances, a test to see if I could, or just some kind of a twisted joke I decided to play on us both. But, fortunately, surgeon and I both passed the test. And while no one got the promised Big Treat For Being Extra Patient And Calm (our traditional BTFBEPAC at the hospital is orange juice), no one got scolded either, and I did get to have a lengthy conversation which I could even hear all of. So overall a win I think. In part because of the compelling facts Dr ENT had kindly printed up for me in advance (points for actually reading Her chart and being prepared! And passed the four-sick-kids-no-nap test! The guy needs a trophy.) we have decided to go ahead with the surgery.
The other reason we are going for it is that for extra credit, Dr. ENT agreed to coordinate with another specialist who is already scheduled to have our Little One under anesthesia later this month, so that She could get both procedures knocked out with one, well, knock out.
Since half the risk will be undertaken whether Her tonsils are removed or not, we might as well yank 'em and hope that it will be the miracle life-changer for Her that the latest studies promise.
The trickiest part (other than how I will manage to disguise myself as an orderly or stow away in the scalpel cart so that I can be RIGHT BY my baby's side EVERY SECOND while She's having a part of Her body cut off), will be convincing Her this is all a good idea.
As I've mentioned, the fevers have been part of Little One's life since She was a baby. She literally can't remember living without them. So for Her, what's the big deal really? Removing body parts, however... um....that's a novel experience She is none too excited to explore. Her exact and final words to me in our discussion today were, "Say what you want to but I will NEVER ALLOW IT."
Of course She was a little grumpy about the no juice. But still.
And what about this other procedure you ask? Oh, you know. Just another specialist looking into whether She has yet another rare disorder associated with deranged immune systems. Unfortunately, confirming this diagnosis requires general anesthesia. And I personally really, really don't want Her to have it. On the plus side, deranged as Her immune system is, it isn't dangerously so in the way that say, cancer, or some really terrible thing might be. So I will count blessings instead of eggs before they hatch.
Speaking of blessings, tomorrow will be the first school day in a very long time that no one has any appointments for me to drag us all to. We will stay home with our sick, nasty selves and keep our PJ's on and do birthday party crafts and take actual naps. I'm pretty excited.
I'm not sure if this was like a test to see if the surgeon could remain calm and collected under all circumstances, a test to see if I could, or just some kind of a twisted joke I decided to play on us both. But, fortunately, surgeon and I both passed the test. And while no one got the promised Big Treat For Being Extra Patient And Calm (our traditional BTFBEPAC at the hospital is orange juice), no one got scolded either, and I did get to have a lengthy conversation which I could even hear all of. So overall a win I think. In part because of the compelling facts Dr ENT had kindly printed up for me in advance (points for actually reading Her chart and being prepared! And passed the four-sick-kids-no-nap test! The guy needs a trophy.) we have decided to go ahead with the surgery.
The other reason we are going for it is that for extra credit, Dr. ENT agreed to coordinate with another specialist who is already scheduled to have our Little One under anesthesia later this month, so that She could get both procedures knocked out with one, well, knock out.
Since half the risk will be undertaken whether Her tonsils are removed or not, we might as well yank 'em and hope that it will be the miracle life-changer for Her that the latest studies promise.
The trickiest part (other than how I will manage to disguise myself as an orderly or stow away in the scalpel cart so that I can be RIGHT BY my baby's side EVERY SECOND while She's having a part of Her body cut off), will be convincing Her this is all a good idea.
As I've mentioned, the fevers have been part of Little One's life since She was a baby. She literally can't remember living without them. So for Her, what's the big deal really? Removing body parts, however... um....that's a novel experience She is none too excited to explore. Her exact and final words to me in our discussion today were, "Say what you want to but I will NEVER ALLOW IT."
Of course She was a little grumpy about the no juice. But still.
And what about this other procedure you ask? Oh, you know. Just another specialist looking into whether She has yet another rare disorder associated with deranged immune systems. Unfortunately, confirming this diagnosis requires general anesthesia. And I personally really, really don't want Her to have it. On the plus side, deranged as Her immune system is, it isn't dangerously so in the way that say, cancer, or some really terrible thing might be. So I will count blessings instead of eggs before they hatch.
Speaking of blessings, tomorrow will be the first school day in a very long time that no one has any appointments for me to drag us all to. We will stay home with our sick, nasty selves and keep our PJ's on and do birthday party crafts and take actual naps. I'm pretty excited.
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