can you hear me now?

For months now, BG has been battling a double ear infection. I'm actually not sure how long she had it before I finally took her to the doctor because I was convinced her middle of the night screaming was just a way to have me institutionalized.

Finally, near the end of October, we got a diagnosis; a double ear infection.

We started meds and were told to finish out the course of antibiotics. After a couple of weeks, we went back and it was still there. So we did another round of antibiotics. I honestly thought it cleared up after that one because BG quit messing with it. Then at the beginning of December, BG's teacher called me not five minutes after I dropped her off worried that she might have pink eye. Fantastic. As I mentioned here, she didn't, but her ear infection had gotten so severe that it was showing in her eye now. Yea. Freaking gross.

Her doctor started a third round of antibiotics with the instructions that if it wasn't better in seven days, to come right back in. On day 8, we were back. By this point I was over this. I had started noticing a slow down in BG's speech and I was very concerned about her hearing. Her doctor was being super conservative because she had had zero problems before this, but even if he was beginning to notice that the phrases she should have been learning at this point were just not coming. We were sent to the ENT two days later.

The ENT took one look in her ears and said she needed tubes. And soon. Not only that, but because of Mr. P's and my health history (a set of tubes for him, three for me as well as a tonsilectomy and adenoidectomy for me) he wanted to go ahead and take her adenoid(s)? out too. Once that was a go, we headed back for her hearing test.

Y'all, it broke my heart to sit in the booth with her and hear those noises that she didn't even respond to. She just laughed and giggled at the lady running the thing but she heard less than a quarter of the sounds. I was so upset. After confirming that she was hearing at maybe about 30-40% and that what she could hear was muffled, I was ready to get her fixed that day.

But we had to wait a couple of weeks. And battle RSV. That was fun.

Finally, on the 4th of January it was surgery time.

We were at the clinic at seven am. Only one out of three of us was even awake.


It took no time for us to get back to the back. BG was dolled up in her little hospital gown and then got to watch a bit of Little Einsteins with Daddy while Mama got the paperwork taken care of.


Then it was time for her to go on back. I held it in as my precious little girl was wheeled on back in a little red wagon. She looked so big yet so tiny at the same time. I was just so proud of her though. She didn't make a single peep in protest. She was a pro.


Forty five minutes later they were coming to get us. My heart hurt a bit at my obviously upset toddler as they brought her out to me. We spent about thirty minutes with her and then decided to go ahead and take her home where she could relax.


Once home, she took a thirty minute nap and that was all she wrote. She woke up raring and ready to go. For the rest of the day. Still not sure where the rest I was promised went??

By that afternoon, we were already noticing an increase in speech. And since then? Holy wow. You cannot turn her off. Ever.

At her post op appointment her hearing was above 80% and getting better by the day. Do I hate that we waited so long? Absofreakinglutely. But I am thrilled that she is definitely doing better.

Also a huge thank you for those of you that were checking in and praying for our sweet girl. We are so, so appreciative!