His first one in almost two years since having tubes placed in April 2009.
Yes, we still have our original tubes, and I am still tempted to contact Mr. Guinness to see if we qualify for his World Record Book!
I thought that a quick round of antibiotics would do the trick.
I thought that we would go back to normal and all would be fine.
I thought wrong.
He got worse on Friday.
Yelling, crying, hitting, refusing to eat, refusing to nap, fighting with big sister.
It was rough.
And he wouldn't let me touch his right ear or let me look in it.
Yes, I still whip out that otoscope of mine every now and then to admire that little Cheerio in his ear that cost us so much money because we found the best ENT around and he is out-of-network but worth every penny so we went to him anyway!
So off to the pediatrician we go.
When she looked in his left, non-infected ear, she said the membrane looked GREAT!
But one teeny tiny glance in the previously-infected right ear and then the look she gave me said it all: T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
"I can see the tube, but it there is a clot of blood at the opening", she says.
Translation: the tube is obstructed.
Possibly filling with more infected fluid.
Causing the demon-possessed behaviors we are seeing.
And the small boy can't hear very well from that ear right now.
There is nothing that she can do for this multi-million dollar obstructed Cheerio except give us another round of antibiotics and some samples of a cream for the yeast-like infection he got from the first round of antibiotics and personally call our ENT to try and get us seen earlier than our scheduled Thursday appointment.
So trouble is brewing.
And so we wait.
We wait as the tube stays obstructed.
We wait as infected fluid possibly builds up on the other side.
We wait to see if he spikes a fever from the nasty fluid.
We wait until Thursday to see if the ENT can fix/flush/aspirate the clot.
Or remove the tube entirely.
I am hoping that the clot dislodges itself somehow...wishful thinking, I know.
So I am pulling for the fix/flush/aspirate in the office on Thursday.
That would mean one ticked off boy for sure!
I hate waiting.