During all of those pediatric check-ups when Jayson was young, his doctor often treated him for ear infections: Otitis Media. Edging closer to the age of two, his speech became leclear. As his mother, I could understand the baby words he babbled, but others could not. I took offense to this. “Why not, ” I wondered?
After a prescription of ‘pepto-pink’ liquid, my little one had about three weeks free from tugging on ears full of fluid. It wasn’t quite a month before pain began, again. Sure enough, infection lurked under a crib to target places not meant to be. Finally, in the warm spring of Arizona, I held my young son’s hand to visit a specialist in the hopes of hearing the future.
Jayson wore a small set of headphones in a space about the size of a London phone booth. There, he listened to several sounds, all of them ‘muffled.’ His new doctor recommended surgery to put tubes in his ears. A ‘drainage system’ of sorts to prevent liquid from collecting bacteria. Everything in Jayson’s world was heard much differently than the average little guy. Like, sounds under the sea…..
A few weeks later, my angelic one came out of recovery after ear surgery. Before long, he sat up to suck on a red lollypop while sipping water through a curly, yellow straw. His daddy took us home where we watched “Big Bird” VHS movies while resting on a flowered sofa. Thanks to God, and the skill of a surgeon’s hands, my first-born son never had another ear infection in whole of his life.
“A Mother’s Heart Is Always With Her Children”