The Alligator in My Son's Ear

Fun fact about Isaiah: he wears ear buds that are not plugged into anything all. the. time.
He just jams to his own tune and occasionally asks for my cell phone to watch some Netflix -
which he just figured out how to pull up on his own. 3 year olds these days. Fast track to tech savvy.
When I was 3 I could barely TURN ON the TV - let alone pull up an APP, pick a show, and hit play!

I digress.

The point I'm trying to make is that the kid sticks little, white "buds" in his ears on a daily basis.
Hence the accident that all but turned my hair gray overnight.

"Mom, something is in my ear!"
"Oh yea... like wax?"
"No. A rock."

Funny very funny... turned into lots of tears and an insistent plea to "get it out!"
2 doctors and a trip to the ER landed us back at home with a bottle of Ibuprofen and
many well wishes and happy thoughts for the night to pass peacefully.

Apparently something small, white, and rounded lodged in a 3 year old's ear is NOT
an emergency and does NOT warrant calling in an Ear-Nose-Throat specialist to take
care of the situation.

I seriously just blinked at the ER receptionist. Repeat that?

At this point I had already surrendered my "Mom of the Year" award.
Oh I beat myself up real good. I'm telling you parents - you CAN'T blink if you don't
want something to happen! Kids are just looking for the next big thrill that will have you
doing rounds with pain-killers, changing bandages, and pulling all-nighters.

They make you WORK for that honorary medical degree.
I have learned so much in these few years with kids.
Call me Doctor Mom.

Here is a glimpse at our little adventure.
Please note that Isaiah is checking out another woman's purse
and Judah is playing with the trash can. NON-STOP trouble.



Don't get me wrong. I LOVE MY JOB. Being "momma" is... there are no words.
The greatest honor and privilege I have ever received.

I was glad I was the one there to hold my son's head as the doctor stuck
the "alligator" into his canal and extracted a thick, foam STICKER that Isaiah
had stuck down there in the Ear Hotel.

I was happy to be the one wiping away his tears and comforting him when it was over.
EVEN THOUGH he was yelling for "daddy!" the whole time.

I was blessed to be the one who took him to Target and to get French fries to help
ease away the pain that was on both our hearts and minds... and down his ear.



Moral of the story: You do the BEST you can, hold onto that "Parent of the Year" award,
and keep a rolodex of medical specialists on you at all times. You never know when your next
adventure in parenting will be begin.

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