Wednesday with Gage was pretty awesome...until late afternoon.
Let me say, for lunch, Gage ate Chik-fil-A nuggets & a fruit cup.
When we got home, he threw up. I thought that maybe he was playing hard, and...just, whatever.
He came over to me & said that he had germs & also said, "listen to my breath" as he exhaled & wanted me to smell it. Mmmm. He said that he wanted to go brush his teeth, so we did. When I returned to the living room, he told me that he threw up on the rug. I didn't SEE any vomit, so like the little explorer that I am, I ran my hand over the rug. I'm an idiot. It was wet & puky, and was mostly liquid & in the rug.
[HEY, HUBBY....you get to shampoo the rug!]
Yes, puke hands. Great.
After that...he was...normal self, I suppose. Perhaps a little on the cranky side, but I thought that was because he didn't have a real nap today. (he fell asleep in the car on the way to the bank earlier...but, slept less than 20 minutes...)
He'd been up since 5:30am. Did I mention that?
So...I started putting him down for bed at 7:30, since I'm a seasoned-enough mom to know that this is a process. By 8:30, he was finally asleep.
UNTIL the 10 o'clock hour. Woke up SCREAMING.
Tonight I learned that one child can cry non-stop for over an hour.
Come to find out: his ear hurts. (kudos to me---one of the first questions I asked, and I gotta say---at this age it's so awesome that I can actually ask the question & get a yes or no answer!) Narrowed it down to his right ear. He won't even touch it or let me touch it. Poor kiddo.
Refused Tylenol, so I put it in his sippy cup with his milk. (praying there's no milk-tylenol interaction that perhaps I don't know about...)
We rocked, we cried, we called in to work for Thursday, we called the mother-in-law to let her know of the goings on, and we called the Hubby to let him know. Tomorrow we'll call the doctor.
I have no antibiotics here to start. He's only had one ear infection episode in the past. They gave us kiddie-augementin, which gave Gage such horrible diarrhea that gave him such a horrible diaper rash...yada, yada, yada. Anyway...I'm thinking that maybe we should try a different antibiotic this time.
But for now, he's finally back to sleep. It's 12:40 in the morning. I've got to go to bed because I have NO idea when he'll be up again.