A Trip to the ER

03.27.13 by 1 Comment

Two Thursdays ago [I wrote this post that day], while we were at dinner with our new friends, Butter went from being happy & having fun playing, to whining that his ear hurt. In fact, this is the best photo I got of him with his face painted.

spider-man facepaint

I’ll be perfectly honest; I was worried. He cried, and he almost never cries when something hurts. When he fell last summer & got stitches, he only cried until I calmed him down. He only asked for Tylenol once after his tooth was subsequently pulled. Apparently, he has a pain tolerance that rivals both M’s & mine.

So we went to the emergency room, after we came home & he got a bath. The whole way there, I asked him if he’d rather wait to see his doctor the next day. He was adamant about going to see a doctor right now. So, we got there, got registered, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After we’d been there an hour, someone announced that there was a three hour wait, but three people were being discharged, and then they were going to take back people based on wait time & severity of illness. I had just convinced him to go to see his doctor in the morning & we were getting ready to leave when we were called back to triage.

He was given a dose of Motrin while we were there, and later that night I found out he was 99.41% for weight for his age. All in all, we were there about two and a half hours. He definitely had an ear infection. We got numbing drops & an antibiotic & were sent on our way. When we got home, M & I asked him if he wanted to go to school the next day. First his said yes, then he said no. Then he decided he’d wait to see how he felt. He ended up sleeping until almost 9:30, so he didn’t go to school.

kid defies sleep

At this point, I was asking how on EARTH he was still awake & enjoying life.

 

Kid having fun in the hospital

And then he started goofing off.

medicine for the kid.

It was a LOT of antibiotic.

He finished with his meds on Sunday evening. Today at lunch, I asked him how he was feeling. He said, “Not too good,” and when I asked him how his ear felt, he said it hurt a little. He’d refused the numbing drops after the first dose he got in the emergency room, but he mentioned them at lunch. I think I’m going to take him back to the doctor just to get an idea of whether or not it’s cleared up.

 

Filed Under: butter, parenting, pictures, the sickies

The Potential for Much Awkward

03.14.13 by 2 Comments

If you’ve met me in person, you know I’m socially awkward. I observe people before I really open up to them & that sometimes comes across as me being rude or thinking I’m above people.

That’s so not true. I can’t even begin to tell you how untrue that really is.

I told you that to explain this to you. My husband – well, really Butter – has put me in an awkward situation. For weeks, Butter has been crushing on one of his classmates. It’s really quite adorable. He spent a couple of weeks telling me all about how he wanted to ask her Mommy if they could have a play date.

He wanted. To ask. Her mother.

We must be doing something right.

I guess he finally got up the nerve to talk to her yesterday? Or maybe that was just the first time in a while they’ve actually been dropped off at the same time. Or maybe my loquacious husband struck up a conversation with her mom & let her know Butter wanted to ask her a question. I don’t know. What I do know is M came home with the classmate’s Mom’s phone number and they were suddenly planning activities.

We’re going to dinner with them tonight. I’m more nervous than I was on my first date with M. I’ve been burned by other Mommies and play dates before. I’m uncomfortable in new situations like this and sometimes can’t get a word in edgewise because of the aforementioned loquacious husband.

I can count on one finger the number of times I’ve actually reached out to a person a second time after a first in person meeting. [Hi, Juli!] I can barely function with the moms from church in most situations. I just don’t have much to say & it comes across as indifference, in my opinion.

This is so much like a first date for me. I have to make small talk, I have to be engaged in the conversation, I have to pretend I want to be there.

How do you handle making Mommy Friends?

Filed Under: parenting

I Have Nightmares About Things Like This

01.25.13 by Leave a Comment

I’ve literally woken up in a cold sweat after having dreams about falling down stairs with one of my children in my arms.

It kind of happened today. I mean, I fell up the stairs, but in my defense, they looked like this:

source

Okay, not exactly like that, but the risers were all different heights. Do you know how hard it is to carry a cranky two year old up stairs with crazy sized risers?

The answer is: hard enough that I tripped and kind of dropped Bear. Only part of his back hit, and he never cried, so I’m thinking he’s okay. Then I saw the bruise on my shin and right now I want nothing more than to go wake him up to check on him.

Instead, I’ll let him sleep and check on him in the morning. Because with the nap wars and the battles it takes to get him to bed some nights? There is no way I’m waking him.

That would be stupider than my ability to fall up stairs.

Filed Under: little bear, parenting
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