Noah's life long struggle to breathe is coming to an end

The long awaited appointment with the nose, ear, throat specialist for Noah came today. I have been telling Noah's Dr. since birth, "This kid can't breathe." Noah stayed in my room for maybe 3 days after he was born. He was the snortiest, loudest breathing, snoring baby boy. His Dr. has always believed that is was due to his constant allergies, which the kid definately has. He is unrecognizable after meeting up with hay, stray cats, or Jace's goats. But I have always known it was more than just allergies. So moms- let this be a lesson to you. After looking at Noah for about 30 seconds today, the specialist was scheduling him for a tonsilectomy. I think our gut instincts about our children are right about 99% of the time. Noah has never complained that he can't breathe or that is nose is constantly stuffed and itchy, it's all he's ever known. The rest of us on the other hand - want to slap him. I should have taken him in years ago for the sake of my sanity when trying to nap by him and for the sake of his poor sister who has shared a bed with him since he was 18 months old. He holds his breath when trying to go to sleep and then when he does finally go to sleep...he snores. The entire night. So poor Noah. But YEA for us!

The appointment today by the way was a diasaster. What was I thinking taking both my boys at nap time and then what turned into be lunch time? The Dr. kept us waiting almost an hour. I thought the nurses were going to have to turn me into CPS. Ezra was eating things out of the trash can and screaming when ever Noah got within 3 feet of him(the room, by the way, was 5 feet wide). Noah was riding the stool on wheels back and forth (you know the one that every Dr's office should hide when children are in the room?) and looking for snacks in every cabinet. I promised the office staff that I would not be scheduling his pre-op or post-op appointment during nap/lunch time again. They smiled kindly like they understood and bid us all farewell.

I drove as fast as I could to the nearest eating establishment - Samari Sam's- for my rice eating Noah. We had just sat down with the food, when who should walk in? You guessed it. Two of the nurses who had just bid us farewell. I looked up and tried to smile. I told them, "I am so sorry you have to now spend your lunch hour with us. Would you all just sit across the restaurant over there, so you won't have to listen to him (refering to Ezra) scream all thru your lunch?" They laughed politely. And not kidding, 5 minutes later, Noah proceeded to spill a newly filled orange soda all over the table, Ezra, and the floor. About 3 employees appeared from the back with mops, buckets, a "Caution Wet Floor" sign, and towels. As I walked wet napkins to the trash, I passed the nurses and one of them said to me, "It's just not your day. Tomorrow will be better. And we have seen way worse children if that makes you feel better." No, it didn't make me feel better and no, I didn't tell that tomorrow won't be any better either. Ezra will scream on and off ALL day. Noah will find something not intended to be ridden and ride it into a wall or sibling. And I'm sure I'll find something else to interrupt Ezra's nap and delay an all important meal time. And I will probably yell at some point. And I will probably get another headache around 6pm. But I will love being those 2 rowdy boy's mother (Macy's too) and I will try to remember that these are the best days of my life. My children are my heart and right now I am their world. I wouldn't trade that for anything...including a quiet lunch out where the beverage stays standing and no one has to place "Caution" signs around my table. My time's a comin'.