Last week was extra busy at work with many late nights. Friday morning Miles woke up congested, cranky and what sounded like wheezing. We went to the doctor and came home with a nebulizer which improved his breathing greatly. Frank came home in the afternoon so we could switch off and I could go to the office. By Sunday Miles seemed much better happily playing on his own but still not eating. By then Frank caught the same cold. Monday night, Miles refused to lay down, crying hard on and off until 1 am when he finally collapsed in my arms in the rocking chair. He woke at his normal time, 6 am seeming OK but still refused to eat. He had a normal day at "school." I was so exhausted by 2pm that I went home to sleep fearing that the impending night was going to be challenging again. He ended up falling asleep in his bed, but not without a fight and some Tylenol.
This morning I decided to go to the doctor again to check on his ears. My gut feeling was confirmed - a double ear infection, his third one in 4 months.
Caring for a sick child is the hardest part of it all. It requires extreme patience, especially during the night. I am at home with him until this afternoon when we switch off again. There is no doubt that caring for Miles is more important that anything else, but why do they seem to get sick at the most inconvenient times? These days it all feels like a big test and I am nervous about what grade I will get.
2 comments:
There's no grades...thank heavens!!!! Having a sickie is the worst and tests you the most. I hope he gets feeling better!
Perfect. You're doing it perfectly. I remember those days and nights as one continuous ear infection. The times are inconvenient as hell and yet nothing seems to fall apart in the falling apart. Still and all, wishing you better days ahead.
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