Diary of a Tiger Mum

For today's blog, I'm going to tell you about my trip to the hospital last week. As most of us Tiger Mums know, hospitals and doctors are the bane of our lives. We never wanted them but they've become a permanent fixture and each appointment is carefully logged and planned for. I'm good at the logging part, planning....not so good.

 

Toby has hearing issues. For six years we have had countless hearing tests, five attempts at grommets (he has Stuart Little ears, even grommets wont fit in) and specialist meeting after specialist meeting.

 

But last Monday was a special day, the day he finally gets his trial BAHA. This is a hearing device that attaches to the skull behind the ear. The trial one is on a headband though while he is on the waiting list for the operation.

 

We're late. We're always late. The time between dropping Lacey off at school and getting to the hospital is very very short so we need to leave on time. I race around doing packed lunches, feeding dogs, clearing last nights dishes and as I look at my watch...we're on time!!! Yayyy!!!

 

"Come on kids, we have to go!"

 

Out they come from the playroom. Butter wouldn't melt with my perfect children... except Toby is yellow.

 

"OH MY GOD, WHY IS HE YELLOW???"

 

"Oh" said Lacey "He chewed then ate a yellow marker"

 

But...but....we were on time for the first time ever. I hastily scrub his face but its not shifting. There's no time, we have to leave. I bundle them into the car, and hare off down the dual carriageway reaching Galway Hospital in the nick of time. I lift Bart Simpson out of the back seat and we half run to ENT. Its not until we're sitting in the waiting room that I realise being late would have been preferable to the stares and whispers as people clock my banana coloured son. One man even moved his child for fear he might catch the Ebola that my child was clearly spreading around the hospital.

 

On meeting the specialist we were sent to the hearing ladies, lovely ladies, but now firmly on Toby's death list, where they coaxed and cajoled him into wearing the hearing aid. He was having none of it, how dare they touch his head, hes royalty, they must know that!

 

As we're leaving, the specialist said "I might send Toby for some blood tests, he looks a bit jaundiced..."

A week later and hes loving the hearing aid!! Its opened up a whole new world for him. Who knows we may even get speech...lets hope Lacey doesn't teach him her own unique ADHD brand of poo based insults and swearing though. One person using "Poohead" as a term of endearment in this house is quite enough.