We’d reached the end of our flipping rope when it came to Shef’s sleeplessness. We were tired of getting kicked in the head at 1:30am, tired of sleeping on the floor in front of his crib, tired of drinking seventy-two ounces of caffeine during the day in a futile, desperate attempt to remain functional, tired of being awake when everyone else in the world is happily, blissfully asleep.
It’s been awful, and we weren’t going to take it anymore.
So, for the past three nights we’ve been employing all kinds of measures to drown out the crying: turning on the loud fan, throwing pillows over our heads, plugging up our ears with cotton and our fingers, yogic breathing, and tuning into Tivoed Gilmore Girls at all hours.
Eventually, we’ve told ourselves, he’ll give up and fucking GO. TO. SLEEP.
Today, unrelated to the hideous lack-of-sleeping, I decided I should take Shef in to see Dr. Gold for his lingering cough (which we’d been muffling at night with cough suppressant).
“Any other symptoms?” she asked.
“Well, he’s been crying at night,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“So, nothing new, then,” she concluded.
And then she listened to his breathing and looked in his ears and matter-of-factly diagnosed a nasty double ear infection.
And so, don’t we feel like total stinking assholes.
3 comments:
"double ear infections" really sounds 100 times worse than "ear infection." But it's really only twice as bad. and that same thing's happened to us a bunch of times. Last year it happened with q and he's 11. So language proficiency doesn't help too much. Poor little shefster and poor shef's parents. I say A for Effort for blogging about this event.
I never know when my kids have an ear infection until the fever hits. You can't ever really tell. And I have the benefit of having a doctor at home to look into their ears for me. Good luck with Shef. Hope he takes medicine better than my first one did.
You are not, ding ding, the shitmobile of mothers. Quite the opposite.
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