Tubes. Bah. They go in on Wednesday.
The appointment began with a hearing test where I had Charlie on my lap in a booth and the audiologist played a series of sounds through two speakers on opposite sides of Charlie's head. When Charlie looked towards the sound he would be rewarded by a bear that lit up and played a drum. If Charlie ever asks why we never took him to Chuck E Cheese I will say "Don't you remember that bear with the drum?" There was also a dog that barked in the middle of the booth to get him to look back towards the center and towards the end he fell in love with the dog and kept pointing at it and saying "Bah Bee?" (puppy) and laughing.
The audiologist said he had a slight hearing loss that should be resolved once he gets his tubes. It doesn't seem to have slowed him down much though. He has learned a number of new words in the last few days--yummy, mmmm, oof oof (woof woof), and no (really, "NO!" shouted at our poor dog when he barks in the house). If this is what he is capable of with slightly diminished hearing Ryan and I are really going to have to stop swearing around him after the tubes are in. I might have to give up driving altogether now that I think about it.
The doctor examined him next and then explained the entire tubes procedure, the risks and benefits (the risk of a complication with the anesthesia is "about the same as the risk of riding in a car in a carseat." Instead of making me more confident in the procedure, it made me leary of driving anywhere with Charlie in the car). I don't remember anything after the word "incision" except that he said Charlie couldn't eat anything the day of the procedure because he is going to be one angry boy when he wakes up asking for a banana and gets five ounces of apple juice instead.
The tubes should last a year and his ears should start feeling better immediately. I'm curious to see if he learns words faster or starts walking more after the fluid is drained from his ear canals.
I'm nervous about the anesthesia and the procedure, but it's going to help him so much.
Maybe he will finally understand when I yell from my bed "Run downstairs and make Mama a cup of coffee, will ya Baby?"