Our young one, Trevor, has hearing problems.
Last week I took him to an ENT (ear/nose/throat specialist) for the second time. The waiting room is decent there. While Apologize (It's Too Late) played on the radio and my children quarreled over toys, I marveled at the opportunity to parent these adorable, annoying little people. How amazing is this gift, despite what trials and temptations I've endured thus far in the process.
Next Sarah McLachlan's song came through the speakers:
... we are still innocent
it's easy, we all falter
does it matter?
I looked behind me and noticed a painting of marching trees wearing smocks and stethoscopes around their trunks, and then we were beckoned.
The previous time I took Trevor, the doctor seemed cold and unfeeling inside the windowless room while he used scary-looking, stainless steel instruments to remove clumps of earwax.
Thankfully people are not static! This time he was warmer and animated with a twinkle in his eye. "He still has fluid behind his right ear drum," he said.
We decided to book another appointment and, in the meantime, wait to see if it would either clear up or begin to affect the other ear as well.
But later our little guy was up about seven times during the night crying, "My ear hurts!"
The ER doctor thought his ear drum was probably perforated due to the fluid pressure, though it was difficult to tell for sure because of the goop and puss. Now Trevor's on a regimen of medication and we'll see what happens next.