Aaron has a thing for sticking things in his ears. When he was really little (like 3 or 4--but my memory of those times is a little fuzzy--heck my memory of these current times is fuzzy, so don't quote me on exactly how old he was) we would hang out in the doctor's office (multiple times) while they dug Play Doh out of his ears. He took a break from Play Doh for a few years, and decided it was time to start shoving things in there again. In April of this year (I remember it was in April because it was my daughter's birthday that day--yay for holidays) I got a phone call from the school saying they thought Aaron had something in his ears--so off we went to the doctor's office. We were about to go to Children's Hospital to have them put him under to dig it out (they were originally going to send him to ENT, but they couldn't get him in for four days. The doctor told me to make sure he didn't play with it while we waited. I almost laughed out loud. I gave his this look, and kindly let him know that was impossible--thus the decision to get it taken care of right away), but the awesome MA said she's the ear flushing master--so we gave it a shot. They didn't want to traumatize him, but I was like, "Are you kidding me? I want this kid so traumatized that he'll never put another object in his ears!!!"
Well...two weeks later (I kid you not) I got a phone call from the school, "Hey Danica, Aaron is in the office and we think he's got something else in his ear." Crap!!!!! Off we go to the doctor. Sure enough, this time he had a ball bearing crammed in his ear.
A couple of days later (again, I kid you not)--I saw the school phone number on the caller ID. The voice on the other line said, "Hi Danica, this is Laurie" (she's one of the secretaries) and I interrupted her "DON'T TELL ME AARON HAS SOMETHING IN HIS EAR". I later found out the secretaries drew straws on who was going to have to be the one to call me!!! :) Off we went to the doctor AGAIN. Luckily this time it was a false alarm. However, after all of the times that I spent watching how to flush his ear, I got the privilege of taking home my very own syringe-ear-flusher. That way I could "try this at home" first. I took Aaron back to school after that appointment only to find out that there was a substitute that day. Apparently he was a new special ed teacher right out of college. He was really nice, patient, and the kids loved him. A young guy whose feet weren't wet--yet. I decided to capitalize on this perfect opportunity. The regular teacher was there, but it was her paperwork day, so she and I talked about the incident and about the substitute (whom I'd never met). My prey walked into the classroom and the teacher introduced us. I told him how relieved I was that Aaron didn't have something in his ear, but that he (the substitute) owed me $30 for a copay that wasn't needed. He gave me this deer-in-the-headlights look as I told him this with a serious face. I couldn't keep it long though and told him I was just kidding. Poor guy. I had way too much fun with that one. Anyhow....
Fast forward to this morning. He's been at school 10 MINUTES. The phone call comes in, "Hi Danica, this is Laurie...Aaron has a huge rock stuck in his ear and we can't get it out". Dang it!!! I told her we would be there in a few minutes. I'll be honest--I was still in bed--yup, mother of the year. Since I was still in bed that meant: terrible breath from the pico de gallo & wine from the night before, no makeup, no shower, and some wicked striped fleece pajamas that I'm sure did wonders for my butt! Not only that, but Husband's car was in the shop, so he had my car and was supposedly working out. I was able to get a hold of him (he was in the driveway because he forgot his key to the gym because he had my keys--yeah right), so he went and picked Aaron up. It ended up that while Husband went looking for a tooth pick (because he didn't think the water flush would work--and he tried the tweezers and they didn't work--for him), Daughter pulled his ear open and popped out the rock with the help from the tweezers. She's a great big sister, and she's going to be a great mother (when she's 30). No doctor's visit this time, and back to school he went.
I took a picture of the latest rock, and put my hand in the picture for a frame of reference!
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