Oh, John. A sweet baby with a seeming multitude of (relatively small) problems.
We went to the doctor yesterday for a follow-up for the second course of antibiotics for his ear infection. The sweet, new nurse practitioner Dawn said his ears are "not bulging" and "not shiny" but they are still red. No danger of rupture (!), but something chronic is going on, so she put in a request for a visit with the ENT (Ear-nose-throat specialist). Sigh.
And today, immediately following dinner, he threw up everything. I think it's a stomach virus, Tony thinks it might be just a one-off. Regardless, he has Tony's gift of elegant timing, because he threw up straight into the sink while Tony was washing his hands! And of course, tomorrow is Friday, so he has three days to recover before daycare!
He perked up a little at bath time and was quiet during reading time, and settled down pretty quick to talk himself to sleep around 7pm.
I sure hope he feels better soon, and can have a whole week of non-sickness sometime soon. Next week is his 15-month well baby and his checkup with Malpass (the cardiologist), so next week is out...
Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
Anton Chekhov
3 comments:
ohmygoodness, i just want to wrap him up in his favorite fuzzy blanket and hug him until the ickiness goes away!!! :(
and then i'll give great big hugs to y'all!!
hang in there.
uh-oh....if you're looking to chekhov to cheer you up, you're in big trouble, darlin'!
by the way, does john always talk himself to sleep? isn't that what i used to do?
Actually, Jessica, I think that is quite true. When you started talking, you seemed to have forgotten to locate the off switch! You just enjoyed the sound of your voice!
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