Momma Bear...

Every mother has the instinct to protect their child...I call that the momma bear syndrome. My momma bear has had to be put into high gear lately. The last few nights Arianna has been waking again and she just isn't herself. Last time at the doctor they said it was "normal" for her to still have fluid on her ears, but they would give me a referral to an ENT (I think our doctor was getting scared of seeing my full-on momma bear). I call the ENT, April 11...in my brain I'm thinking that's not too far off. Seriously?! Where is my brain?! Oh right, I'm totally sleep depraved, so I think that April 11 isn't too far away, or maybe I'm just clinging to that date because that means it's almost spring break; either way, April 11 is far off. As I rocked my crying baby to sleep last night, as she rubbed her ears with her big blue eyes staring at me my momma bearness took over. I cried with her pain. I wanted to take it away, I wanted the pain in my own ears, not hers. What has she, my beautiful baby girl, ever done to deserve such constant pain in her ears and have no one do one darn thing about it?! This morning I made my up my mind. I called the ENT, said April 11 is unacceptable, it's too far away. I wanted something sooner. April 2. Not a ton better, but we're getting there. I'm going to call back again tomorrow...and again and again until I can get her in. I don't care what they think, I'm momma bear, hear me roar. All other momma bears out there, you know what I'm talking about.