My ears hurt.

 

The Mister escaped the family flu, but picked up a double ear infection instead.

Oh, he was just miserable. So sad. Nothing made him feel better. He was jacked up on ibuprofen and acetaminophen and amoxicillin. He napped like a champ because he didn’t sleep at night. It was a rough way to end the long holiday weekend. And actually the third week in a row that I didn’t make it to work due to illness. Enough already!

And then, last night at about 9pm, there was a glimmer of my sweet little boy. It was so nice to see him again! He was laughing and cooing and chatting. Obviously feeling more himself. Isn’t it funny that at just six months they have little personalities already? And his is so laid back and happy and the last few days he was none of the above.

And today, finally a routine day: the kids at school and the parents at work. And then I saw Daycare on caller ID. Nothing is worse than seeing Daycare on the caller ID! My heart was in my throat, waiting to hear that he had to be picked up.

No need to be picked up, just alerting us of a new full body rash and that Ethan was more than likely allergic to the amoxicillin. Ugh, poor baby! Off to the pediatrician he goes. (Andy is allergic to penicillin, so it seems fitting.) I’ll report back on the doctor’s visit.

And there you have it. The Fellows household is hopefully on the up swing of the spring infestation.