Sick Baby

I've never had a sick kid before.  Unless you count the times Tristan had an allergic reaction to rice and spent 6 hours vomiting.  But I don't think that counts.  I'm talking full blown ill, fever, runny nose, cough, grumpies, the works.

We're pretty sure he picked something up at family dinner last week.  Poor little guy, woke up Sunday morning with this horrible cough.  I didn't think it would be that bad, like I said, he's never been sick before in his life.  By that night, his nose was running.  And Monday morning, fever of 102.7.  Uh, yeah, not good.  So I gave him tylenol and ibuprofen, and a little benadryl to help dry up his mucus.  We were sure it was a virus and would just go away in a few days.  But when he woke up Wednesday morning again with the 102 fever, we decided it was time to have him seen.

Having worked at a clinic for four years, I'm usually reluctant to see a doctor unless its an emergency.  But with kids, it's different.  Little things can explode into big things really fast if you aren't careful.  And you don't mess around with fevers.

Turns out he has a really bad cold (not bronchitis thank goodness!) and a horrible ear infection.  Which explains the mood and even worse balance.  We got him started on an antibiotic today, which he of course isn't thrilled about.  Any time he sees me with a syringe full of pink liquid, he starts freaking out.  It's a good thing the benadryl,  tylenol, and amoxicillin are all pink then, huh?  And the snoppy nose, it's like a fountain, so we try to wipe it up as much as we can, but he hates that too and fights as much as he can.

I feel so bad for him!  Like I said, new experience for all of us.  I'm just glad he was able to make it this long without ever getting sick.  And I guess I should be grateful it's not the pukies, though I'm sure those are soon to come as he gets older and meets more little people his age.

Other than being sick, he is growing like a weed.  Almost 30 pounds!  And he is starting to say a few words, like mama, nigh nigh, ball, car, yeah, ooh.  While he doesn't talk much, he sure says a lot in his baby jargon.  He always has something to say.  He's very good at pointing to what he wants, and he knows where things are kept.  He understands most of what we say, which is pretty neat.  And my favorite, if he poops he is always sure to let us know by coming up and smacking the crap out of his diaper.  He is otherwise a very sweet little boy, he loves to give hugs and rub your back.  He adores Korra, even though he sometimes gets rough with her.  And the best part, when you put him to bed, he goes to sleep!  Amazing, right?  I hope we have as good of luck with this next one.