I am not exaggerating when I say that Patrick pretty much has had constant ear aches and infections for the past year and a half. He is such a strong, tough kid that sometimes we don’t even know when he has one. We never know how bad they are. The only thing we do know is that when he wakes up in the middle of the night crying because, “My ear has an owie!” we know it is serious.
Doctors are always surprised at how strong he is and how well he manages his pain… I guess growing up with Michael as a big brother forces you to be tough.
Sunday night was one of the rare nights that Patrick woke up crying in the middle of the night. Monday morning I didn’t even bother calling our pediatrician. I knew it would just be another round of antibiotics, a sympathetic smile and a couple Diego stickers. We have done the routine enough that the nurses know that Patrick will throw a full blown tantrum if he is not allowed to take the toy school bus they keep in the waiting room with him to see the doctor. For Patrick’s sake, and my own, we bypassed the pediatrician and just made an appointment with the Ear Nose and Throat doctor.
This was the 3rd time we had been in to see the ENT specialist. The first time, back in October, PJ’s ears were so infected and filled with fluid that the ENT Doctor couldn’t even get a good look in his ears. (PJ barely complained with that ear infection- the only reason we knew it was bad was because he was more cranky than usual and he tugged on his ear every once in a while) We were scheduled to go back after everything cleared up. In December we went back and he said everything looked fine. I pushed for more answers and he said that if he had a couple more ear infections by spring time to bring him back and we would talk tubes.
Wednesday morning we were back in and he looked. Both ears were filled with fluid and badly inflamed.
January 27 Patrick is getting tubes put in.