On Tuesday morning we loaded up with Parker in his PJs, a blanket and his sea horse in hand. We headed over to the surgery center nervous and worried but hopeful that this second surgery, an adenoidectomy and ear tube replacement, would once and for all fix our baby's ears.
When we arrived at 8:00 that morning Parker was his usual happy self trying to run around the waiting room and play with another little girl that was probably his age or a little younger. We distracted him with games on my phone and tried our hardest not to mention food or eating, Parker hadn't eaten since around 5 the night before.
After signing papers and paying a little money up front to insure the surgery would take place we were called back to the room where we would wait for Parker to go back into surgery.
We saw a sweet nurse and got Parker's little open backed shirt and our bracelets...then we waited. We saw that nurse and another nurse every so often but for the most part we were just waiting and trying to keep Parker from tearing wires out of machines.
The nurse finally came in after what seemed like forever and gave Parker some purple medicine that was supposed to make him sleepy. He took his medicine like a big boy and we waited some more.
After another 15 or 20 minutes...maybe longer, the doctor finally came in, he said hello and gave Parker a couple of high fives before he started talking to us. "So we've got him scheduled to do an ademoidectomy and tube replacement, but we're just going to do the tubes today."...silence..."A child needs their adenoids until they are at least 2 years old, now if he were 22 months old I'd go ahead and do it but 18 months is just to young. So we're just going to replace his tubes and in 6 months if he is still having infections we'll go ahead and remove the adenoids."...No.
As I was listening to what this man was saying, red flags were going up all over the place. How could he have told us in his office 2 weeks ago that Parker needed his adenoids removed because that was the cause for his problems and let us schedule a surgery to tell us on the day of surgery that he wouldn't be doing it? I was at a loss for words.
I looked up at this man who so casually walked into the room and told me that my baby wouldn't be getting the surgery we were prepared for and told him "No. Why would I have you put a second set of tubes put into his ears when they didn't work the first time around?" I began to cry because we were so close to a possible end to Parker's pain, so close to Parker having a normal healthy childhood. Michael took the doctor into another room and I could hear him raising his voice.
I cried a lot as I waited with Parker and told him that we would be done in just a little bit, he could eat in just a little bit and everything would be fine. He was restless because I was upset. We were so close.
When Michael came back into the room the anesthesiologist came in and told us that he was sorry, he tried to be nice and say he would waive his portion of the surgery but that wasn't the problem. We were told by the doctor that we trusted that we were going to have a surgery done and then that doctor came in and told us he didn't want to do it because of Parker's age. In my opinion, he should have known Parker's age right off the bat, before he even recommended the surgery...did he even look at Parker's chart? I don't know.
We got our money back and were told how to get Parker's medical records so that we would have that information when we found a new doctor. We're back at square one. We meet a new doctor on Monday morning and I hope that we can get some answers.
Thank you to everyone who has been praying, we are so appreciative.
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