My Poor Baby

My sweet Jack needs some serious relief (and so do I for that matter).  After a tough couple of days of teething, Jack began running a high fever again last night.  I couldn't get him down until 11:00 and he only slept for one hour.  My sweet, joyful baby woke up in a state I have never seen and hope to never see again.  He was flailing his arms and legs, trying to jump from my arms, screaming at the top of his lungs and banging his head into my shoulder.  He insisted that I put him down and I had to sit there and watch my poor child fall on the floor over and over, bang into the couch and chair, roll around on the kitchen floor and spin in circles.  He was so loud, Jody came in the den to see what in the world was happening.  He sat there in shock watching this crazed little human stammer all over the den.  Jack would not take a bottle and refused to be held.  So we sat there, two helpless parents, wondering what was happening to our boy. Finally after what seemed like days, he was so exhausted that he climbed into my lap and fell asleep.  

He refused to be laid down in his bed so into our bed he went.  All four of us in a king size bed that felt more like a single.  I was hanging off the edge unable to move or roll over.  But he was asleep and I was exhausted so I was fine with my six inches of mattress space.  And then it began.  My sweet, precious little baby began to snore.  Like a buzz saw.  Loud.  And every time I tried to adjust him in hopes the snoring would stop, he would roll right back over with his sweet little face two inches from mine.  It was relentless.  How can something so little snore so loud?  I was reminded of his newborn days.  He was such a loud sleeper then that he didn't last one night in the cradle in our room.   The co-sleeper I had bought in anticipation of his arrival quickly found its way back into the box.  He sounded just like a raccoon, constantly making loud noises and snoring.  Jack and I spent the first few months of his life in the den...he slept in the cradle, I slept on the couch.  So some things don't change I guess.  Poor Sam...we plan on them sharing a room!

So back to the doctor we went this afternoon.  He has a severe double ear infection, either the second in two weeks or he never responded to the antibiotics he was on.  We elected to do a series of three shots, which the doctor felt was the best treatment for such a severe infection.  We'll head back tomorrow morning for our second shot and 15 month checkup.  I am praying this little boy can soon feel relief and be out of pain.  If not, I'll be taking out a loan to pay for all the Motrin, ear drops and orajel.  I think I am now officially a part owner in each of these companies.

Gnawing on the soft end of his brush to massage his aching gums...