It started out normal enough. Jaden and Isaac did a little bit of school work before being taken for their weekly speech lesson. Dacey was on the computer doing her schoolwork. And Connor was running through the house acting like, well, Connor! (He is our wild one.)
Hubby returned from Jaden and Isaac's speech class with a note from their teacher. It read: "Isaac appears to have a black object lodged in his ear. I recommend you take him to the ENT." An appointment was quickly made and off we went.
We arrived at the doctor's office with the knowledge that at this particular office you never run in and out. You go prepared to wait for hours before seeing the doctor for five minutes and then being quickly ushered out the door. It's ok because we love this doctor. Jaden had even asked recently if we could go visit him. I wonder if he's the culprit who implanted a foreign object in his brothers ear as a means to go see his favorite MD?? Hmmm...
We sat packed like sardines in the waiting room. Despite our every effort to keep our two year old entertained, he was bored to say the least. He bucked and hollered and threw several tantrums. I imagined other parents looking at me thinking, "She needs to give that kid a good spanking," while all the while knowing if I did indeed give him a tap on his back-side those same people would think I was an abusive parent. When you're dealing with a tired two year old, it's a lose/lose situation.
After our hour and a half wait we were finally taken back for our five minute time slot with the good doctor. He quickly tested both of Isaac's ears and declared that his hearing couldn't be any better. He did, however, see the source of our current dilemma and decided to try to remove it with a pair of tweezers. After successfully completing his mission, the doctor announced, "I'm surprised I was able to get that. I thought for sure we would have to do surgery." As my dear friend Kathy would say, "Oiy Vay!" I'm definitely not up for anymore surgeries in our family anytime soon.