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Mamma is not operating at 100% today




Allow me to introduce you all to Donovan's latest habit. Sticking things in his ears. These lovely tidbits are from today's emergency room excursion. ER trip #2 in the child's short 2 1/2 yrs.

He decided popcorn kernels worked better in his ear than the garbage. His pediatrician tried getting them out with the vaccuum machine and the scoop things that look like crochet needles. Neither worked so I took him to the ER.

If you live in Wisconsin, the bordering states and quite possibly, lower Canada, then I'm sure you heard Donovan's strong dislike for the doctor. I have never heard a scream (or two or 300 hundred) come out of a child as I did today. By the end of it all, I was bawling like a baby too.

He has a piece of something still wedged waaaaaaaaaay up in there and there's some blood in there. The doc told me to take him to the ENT doc on Mon. They said they're have to sedate him to take a lookie see. I'm going to ask them to knock him out for a couple hours longer than needed so that I have some peace at home. I don't think they'll go for it but I'mma gonna try.

I said is it safe to leave that wedged in there up against the whosywhat and he actually said yes. I don't know that I believe him but by that time I would've bought just about anything. I had to cancel my chiropractic appt to take D which I don't mind at all except my back is killing me now.

I called work and thankfully Sarah was working (she ROCKS!) She found someone to cover my shift cause I told her I wasn't gonna be able to handle the liquor dept by myself on a Fri and my back was out plus Donovan needed me at home as he was still grabbing at ears and recovering from the trauma-ramma-drama.

The 1/2 kernal and piece of puffy popcorn were in the left ear (the one with more stuff in it) and the whole kernal was habitating the other ear. The ER doc said, "Oh you HAVE to see this kernal. IT'S HUGE!" I didn't think it was that big but then I'm usually taking the tweezers to his nose a couple times a week to rescue (then toss out) a tic tac.

So you would think that all of this drama would teach him to keep his damn hands away from his ears when the hands are holding stuff but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo not my child.

Dylan wrestled a wood chip out his hand tonight.

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