Really, I can't think of anything that will work for a title to this post, so I'm just going to go with the eye roll.
After posting my warm fuzzy post about daycare I headed home for the day. It was Andy's day to pick up Michael. It was a beautiful fall day, and when I pulled up to my parking spot, I saw a bunch of neighborhood kids out playing. I expected to see Michael over with the group, but no. I hollered over to ask if Michael was around. "No, last I saw him, he was having a meltdown," was the response I got. Great.
The first thing I heard when I walked in the door was this whining, crying sound. Michael was still melting down. As soon as he saw me, he latched on to me. "What's wrong bunny?" I asked. "My knee hurts." Followed by, "My teeth hurt." Followed by, "My hair hurts."
Dude, you know it's a bad day when your hair hurts.
I cuddled Michael up on my lap and tried to calm him down, but it wasn't working. I knew he was in pain, but I was having trouble narrowing down what was wrong. After watching him squirm on my lap for an hour, I finally noticed a pattern of him grabbing at his right ear. Ah, it must be an ear infection. Off to the pediatrician's office for a diagnosis. Sure enough, his poor little ear is infected.
This is Michael's first ear infection, and I have to give a hand to all of you out there who have been there, done that. I have never had Michael cry so long and for so hard before. It's so hard knowing that something is wrong, and yet being powerless to do anything about it. I gave him Motrin, but I don't know if it made any difference. All I could really do was hold him and comfort him as much as possible.
He cried for hours. Pretty much from 4:00 when I got home, until he passed out on my lap at 8:30. His poor little eyes were swollen and purple rimmed. The only time he wasn't on my lap was while I was driving him to and from the doctor, and while I was picking up his antibiotics. He even had to follow me to the bathroom when I needed a break. It was exhausting, but it was also sort of sweet. He hasn't needed me like that since he was an itty, bitty baby. It felt nice to have his warm, snuggly body curled into mine. I kind of miss those days.
The antibiotics seemed to help faster than I expected. By Friday morning he was much perkier than the night before. He was even being agreeable about taking the "magic pink candy juice". He was still a bit cranky over the weekend, but at least he was up to dive bombing me on the sofa again. Hopefully, he'll be back to himself in another day or too.
I will say that this has been the longest three weeks of my life. First, my car died, then my mom hurt her leg, next the whole daycare thing, culminating with an ear infection and a cranky weekend. And then, to add insult to injury, I got to discover just what antibiotics do to a little one's stomach. And that's about where I started to just roll my eyes. What else is there to say?