GASP!

So a few weeks/months ago, Savannah came home from school with a note that said she failed a hearing test by the county health department and needed further evaluation.  Upon a follow-up Dr visit, it was determined that she had fluid in her ear and we would need to wait a few weeks before testing again.  A few weeks later, the fluid was gone but she still failed the hearing test.  A recommendation to an audiologist ensued. 


At the audiologist evaluation, Savannah was hooked up to all kinds of weird gadgets and headphones and testing devices beyond my comprehension.  I watched intently through the tinted glass as Savannah listened to the words given to her through the headphones, to which she was supposed to repeat the words back. 

My heart ached as I listened to the audiologist provide words that weren't being repeated back.  She failed again.  Another recommendation of another Dr resulted.  This time she was to see an ENT (Ear Nose Throat specialist).


It seemed like an eternity waiting the three weeks to get in to this Dr, especially since I had no idea what to expect.  Naturally, I let my mind wander and thought the worst.  Not knowing if we were talking permanent hearing damage, hearing aids, or tubes.  When we finally walked into the Dr office, I noticed a sign that read, "The wait today is approximately 2 hours.  If this is a problem, please reschedule your appointment".  What is the point of an appointment if I have to wait 2 hours???  I decided that a 2-hour wait was the lesser of two evils, since I didn't want to wait another three weeks.


Once we got into our patient room, Savannah was literally bouncing off the walls, opening every cabinet, and in every drawer.  Containing a 5 year old for this long is a challenge. 

Two different times, she accidentally pushed a button on the chair that sent it soaring upwards and backwards, much like a dentist chair.  Only this one was hitting the walls and equipment.  I quickly found the button to make it stop.  Savannah immediately swore me to secrecy and said that if I told the Dr what she did, she would tell a cop that I ran a red light!  GASP!  Where was this blackmail coming from???  An argument followed about how I have NOT run any red lights, when the Dr came in.  After some fast-talking, his recommendation was in with tubes and out with tonsils.


I considered this to be good news when compared to my alternative thoughts, but still.... my blackmailing angel must go under anesthesia!


So if you can, please take a moment to say a little prayer that all goes well for little Savannah on Monday May 16th.  Despite how often this procedure is done, it doesn't take away the worry in this teary eyed mom, even if she did try to blackmail me. :)