The Woes of my Son's Ears

We are on ear infection 7 of 2011. That's more than one a month. Except... oh wait... they started in March.

I've known this day was coming for a while. The doctors have warned me that he is getting them awfully quickly. Then the last one I was told, "It is summer so he shouldn't get any more. If he does, we'll have to refer him."

Well that's like coming to work and saying, "I hope nothing big happens today." You know good and well that it is going to be the worst day ever after uttering something like that.

Well the last three days with Sam have been pure hell after about 3pm. In the morning he is fine. But the night time is NOT the right time (Adam Sandler reference).

Sam has been so fussy, hard to deal with, throwing fits, refusing to say please, throwing himself on the ground, yelling, crying.... mess. For two nights in a row he didn't join us for dinner for at least 10 minutes in because he refused to say please due to him being unwilling to break away from a full blown bratty fit.

Not to mention that this week at daycare he has slept like 3 - 3 1/2 hours at nap.

Pick my jaw up off the floor... holy moly. He rarely sleeps more than 2 hours. Like we are excited when he does.

So when he started this mess I thought he might have an ear infection. But I talked myself out of it, thinking he was just growing or something.

Mama's... take note... if you think your child is sick... he is. That's just how it goes.

When I dropped him off this morning, I told Susan I thought that was what was going on. She said, "You know your child better than you think you do."

So I decided to go ahead and go in. He had an ear infection in one ear and probably one in the other but it was so full of ear wax she couldn't see.

She said she could irrigate it and look but he had one in the other ear so it doesn't really matter. I can appreciate that.

Then she busted out the "Look how many ear infections... probably should see the ENT."

Again... I knew it. I knew it was coming. And the biggest part of it is he isn't supposed to be getting them in the summer. If we don't do something now, how much fun is winter going to be?!

So... like I said on Facebook earlier... I get to be as whiny and emotional today as I damn well want to be. You know why? Because I love my son more than life itself and I don't care if 1 billion other children have done this and were fine... they aren't my child and I do not like that he even has to see another specialist... let alone have ear surgery. I'm allowed to be upset and emotional.

You think this is bad? You wait until the day of.