Sometimes Things Just Click

My mind has been swimming (or swarming?) with details all weekend.  I had a good (phone) visit with a wonderful blessing of a friend - Tate's first audiologist - on Saturday and she prodded me to do something I should have thought of myself, get Tate right down to Children's and get his hearing tested.  Probably his adventure last week will have no permanent effects, but if it did affect his hearing any loss might be reversible if we get right on it.

So here's the good news...


1.  I read Tate right. 

He is a sweet-heart and doesn't complain much, but he's really, really tired of being poked and prodded.  Understandably.  When one of his nurses was doing a blood-draw he said something to me like, "I've hurt myself worse with a saw (recently) but it didn't hurt as much because I didn't know it was coming."  You know, the anticipation - the dread - makes everything worse.  So when we were ready to leave the hospital and they told me he'd need one more blood-draw right before his follow-up appointment with his regular doctor...

I didn't tell him.

And I felt kind of guilty about it.

And then yesterday afternoon we jumped in the van to run an errand and I said, "Tate, they need your blood one more time.  We can either do it right now and have it done with, or first thing tomorrow morning."  Well, neither choice was good, but we popped into the lab, no one was waiting, and the lab tech drew his blood in less than a minute.

And Tate, my little sweet-heart, thanked me for doing it that way.


2.  I got in touch with my friend/Tate's former audio (who moved away) and had a great and very timely visit with her.

Timely for both of us, for several reasons.

And when I called Children's to see about an appointment I was prepared to have to be tough, because they're really, really busy and you sometimes wait a long time for an appointment.  But this time it's urgent.  And what do you know, Tate's audio had a cancellation today AND tomorrow.  We'll take tomorrow, thank-you-very-much.  And...


3.  The hospital here in town is being more than helpful.

When I called to see about getting all of Tate's records sent to Children's, I really wanted them printed out for my own records, too.  (For the Tate File.)  It's not that I don't trust doctors, but things just take too long, sometimes, and I want it all at my own fingertips.

And before I could even ask the woman at Medical Records to do that, she said she would have them printed out right now so I could pick them up tomorrow morning.


4.  Gramma Grasshopper is available tomorrow.

Which is really nice.  Because, I'm a grown-up and I can handle this, but it's nice to have another adult along for the ride, because...


5.  Kerry is also available tomorrow...

... to manage the kiddos at home and get them to piano and soccer and feed them dinner.


Is it really all coming together that easily?  Pinch me...