Monday morning, Barrett had his second surgery in his short little life. Thankfully, it was a pretty minor one – ear tubes. After the 3 incisions and overnight stay with his first surgery last year, this one was a piece of cake!
The whole thing took about 10-15 minutes. The hardest part was the fact that he was so disoriented afterward, which made him cry pretty hard. But we were able to leave about 20 minutes later, so it didn’t take him long to perk up.
I took him home, fed him, and put him down for his morning nap, right on schedule. And that was it. For the rest of the day, you never would have even known he’d had anything done. Pretty much zero recovery time.
So other than trying to hold down a squirmy little wiggle worm in order to put drops in his ears twice a day, it has been easy peasy.
The funny part is that now the kid can hear. We didn’t realize how much it had impacted his hearing before. The doctor said that the fluid on his ears was like model airplane glue…thick and disgusting. Everything he has been hearing for the past 14 months has been muffled. So for the first day or two, if you walked up behind him and said his name, he would jump out of his skin like a gun went off. It was kind of funny.
The doctor warned us that his balance and walking would increase dramatically, as well as his verbal skills. He’s already a talker (or at least, a jibber-jabberer!), so I knew that an increase in verbal skills would mean that I would have someone talking my ear off all day long. And that’s pretty much what happened. Plus now he’s practically running since his balance is so much better.
But at least he can now hear the music he loves so much — really hear it — and my already-musically-inclined kiddo has now become a dancin’ fool.
I think that’s the best part.