Second, I saw the ENT on the 14th. I left with a nasal steroid and 'come back in a month'. As far as that goes, I WILL be making an appointment for a second opinion. After the appointment, I was replaying everything that he said and one thing stuck in my mind, and it wasn't good. I was telling the dr. Spencer's medical history. As I was explaining to the doctor, he made this comment, "Well even if a child had a cold and took a cat scan, it would show up as cronic sinititus. Do you know that kids have 7-8 colds a year?" Of course, it didn't hit me as to what he was implying until I was in my car going home. You mean to tell me this doctor thinks that I was in his office because my son has had colds?!?!?!?! Both he and I are complete fools, if he believes that. I am giving him the nasal steroids and it really does seem to help, thankfully. But I am pissed to think that this doctor thinks Spencer just has colds. I will have to do what I have done in the past, video tape his coughing attacks. And then prove to the doctor that I am not full of crap.
There is another reason why I was disappointed, NO EXPLANATIONS. He didn't tell me in detail what cronic sinititus even is, no diagrams of where his adeniods are, or how it affects your sinuses. The dr. did mention that on a scale of 1-4, Spencer's tonsils are at a 3. That explains his snoring at night (sometimes stop breathing) and we might consider taking those out, but it is hard to say since he has never had strep throat. And his adenoids might be taken out. My frustration, once again, is that I was expecting another Dr. Shimamoto. Where everything is explained to me in lame man's terms, where he would draw pictures how the whole sinuses work, how he would tell me what he was writing down. No such luck. Dr. Kelly does not equal Dr. Shimamoto. Boo hoo.
Third of all, on a happy note, Spencer had a great birthday party. This conversation happened HOURLY at my house, last week. "My boys? My boys readee for my birfday partee?" asks Spencer. My reply, "No Spencer, your boys are not readee for your birfday partee." "Mom? Now my boys readee for my birfday pardee?" "Nope not yet Spence, in 4 sleeps they will be ready." I love the fact that he went from saying, 'my friends' to 'my boys'. You can imagine how excited he was that it actually came. Football cake and all. The funny thing is that the boys were very calm. No high pitched screaming, no fighting over who is Gabriella, no jumping up and down in dress up shoes. Just boys playing basketball and other games. Good times. Good times.
And finally, I had play group at my house this week. I got into one of those moods where I wanted to make phone calls and appointments for everybody: dental, eye exams, health insurance questions, etc. The boys were playing really well in Spencer's bedroom, or so I thought. When parents came to get the boys, this is what we saw.
Brooke grabbed her son and ran, he was actually dry. Cami quietly went out the door with her kind of wet son. But I started laughing and grabbed my camera. Sorry Cindi and especially Christa, who was literally leaving to go to NYC for work, your boys weren't so lucky. I bet seeing her son completely soaked and having to put on new clothes was not in her schedule. The thing that I don't understand is how could I have not heard the water running. Boy, those boys are sneeky. Oh well, they had fun and it was really easy to clean up. Good times. Very good times. (Mental note: buy more kid's shampoo.)