Who Needs to Plan??

  I had something else planned to write today, but then yesterday happened, and my plan went out the window.

  I also has several other things planned for yesterday, but they didn't end up happening. What did happen, you ask? Well, as we're all going about our morning and getting ready for our day, my three year old went up to the lady we are staying with and said, "How do i get this ball our of my ear?".

  So we looked inside her ear to find a tiny white ball. We couldn't tell if it was an air soft pellet or a tiny styrofoam ball. I made an attempt to get it out, but when I barely touched the ball, it slid in further. 

 OK, change of plans, we are going to spend this morning at the doctor. First trip to the doctor in Brazil. Off we go, me, my hubby, the missionary that we're staying with, and our little girl who did not understand the seriousness of the situation. I say that because not only did she try to put another one in her other ear right before we walked out the door, but she was also singing about how she put a ball in her ear and she was s going to the doctor. 🤦‍♀️

    Fast forward 5 hours and 3 waiting rooms and  many "we do not put things in our ears" speeches , we had made our way to the surgery center waiting room at the hospital. The doctor had decided anesthesia was the best option. Little girl sleeps, and they take it out.

  My thoughts of, "I hope this scares her enough to keep her from doing it again" were followed by many thoughts of guilt. I wanted her to be scared not traumatized. Finally the doctor came and took her back. The doctor assured us she would be fine because he knew english. Yes, he did... A whole 10 words in english. I'm sure that little 3 year old wouldn't be scared at all without being able to understand anything. 🤨 When she left, I cried.

I forgot to mention that they only allow one parent past the intial hospital waiting room. They let me go and the missionary go because I needed an interpreter. So for 4 hours, my hubby sat downstairs in a waiting room and I sat upstairs in a waiting room. Both of us feeling totally helpless.

  After the longest 25 minutes ever they finally brought my little girl back out. She no longer had a ball in her ear, and she looked very confused. After another hour of waiting, we were finally able to leave the hospital.

I learned several thing in our 9-5 hospital day yesterday... 

Plans? There's no point. 

I'm not a huge fan of public hospitals here. 

Little girl was scared, but not traumatized.     She actually doesnt remember anything   except them bringing her to me. 

And, I have got to learn Portuguese.