Rocky road to recovery

Our Rocky is finally on the mend after MONTHS of infection-infested illness. Where can you find a competent doc? Not Chico, CA apparently. Fed up with Dr.******* , the worst pediatrician ever (more details on that to come), and after 4 hours on the phone trying to find a new one, we journeyed all the way to Utah, where in two days and one visit to an ear, nose and throat specialist revealed that I am (direct quote from Dr. Bennion) "not a crazy mom." What a relief. Apparently there was a reason Rocky was suffering so. His tonsils were ginormous and infected, almost blocking his airway, his adenoids were ridiculously enflamed and his left ear has been filled with infectious junk for so long that a hearing test resulted in no tympanic vibration whatsoever. So for Jack's 1st birthday, June 11, we commemorated the occasion by returning to a hospital for surgery and shipping Jack down to SLC to spend the day with his step-grandpa Bill. Rocky was a trooper, sporting his new Transformer shoes from Grandma C, he marched into the hospital in a robotic fashion announcing to all that he was to be called "Prime," then requesting the Transformer mask that would slip him into blissful sedation and transform him into a healthy boy. We forgot to mention the recovery to him though and it has been rough. Grandma K was there for moral support and then took the reigns on his care and medication administration as five consecutive sleepless nights had rendered me useless. In 20 minutes, Dr. Bennion expertly removed Rocky's tonsils, adenoids and put tubes in both ears. Now that he no longer needs Loritab, the semi-psychotic episodes have ceased and we are seeing a remarkable difference in his confidence and activity level. For the first time ever, he is walking stairs by himself and jumping on the trampoline. Today, in the middle of a conversation with him, he suddenly announced, "Hey, I can hear!" It brought tears to my eyes and much anger towards our inept pediatrician, who is really going to get it from me when I get home. Rich better hold me back! Rich is home, missing us almost as much as we miss him. Today Jack was wandering around Grandma's house yelling, "Da da!" I asked Rocky if he missed Dad and he said, "Of course I do! I love my daddy!" Hang in there Rich. We will be here monitoring Rocky's recovery and returning to the only doc we trust right now for a follow-up appt. and will return home in a few weeks. That's enough for today. I'll share the T****** tales at a later time, maybe while I'm compiling the law suit.