We were up early, early this morning to take Greta to the hospital. Our little girl has been hard of hearing for a long time. We first discovered it when she was 18 months old. Her pediatrician said that she had a lot of fluid in her ears, but it would clear up on its own. Fast-forward a year and it was only getting worse. When she failed her hearing test completely a couple weeks ago, we decided we weren’t going to wait any longer for it to clear up “on its own.” We took her in to see a specialist and he said she was hearing at underwater levels and has moderate to severe hearing loss. Our girl had even learned to read lips! Fortunately, he predicted that putting tubes in her ears should help significantly, so we took the first surgery slot that was open.<
I took a few minutes to try to explain to her that she was going to go to sleep for a little and then the doctor was going to fix her ears.
But, I mean, she is two. So really she just wanted to get back to her stickers and coloring.
But if you give a girl pop and a popsicle, chances are she’ll be better in no time.
We are home now and recovering–mostly Chris and I from sleeping 3ish hours last night. Greta? She has almost completely bounced back. C’mon. We couldn’t get one cuddle day?!