Awww, such a blessed milestone.
(SOMEBODY SHOOT ME IN THE FACE.)
Ike and I were still up in Pennsylvania when he came down with it -- the whole typical song-and-dance of a bad cold, too many days of congestion and then BLAMMO, fever and cantankerousness and no sleep for ANYBODY. At least anybody with ears, infected or otherwise.
Even though we've been through the ear infection rodeo quite a few times, Ike was thoughtful enough to make his first ear infection exciting, by spiking a fever of over 104 degrees. That's a Storch Family record! He also went on a nursing-and-bottle strike and got himself all dehydrated to boot, because babies are just so very reasonable about everything sometimes. And so I got to chat with some nice ladies at a 24-hour nurse triage hotline about what, in the name of blessed fuck, I was supposed to do next. More medicine? Another cool bath? Emergency room? Apply the numbing drops to my own ears and hope for the best?
We did not, thankfully, end up in the emergency room. But a trip to the pediatrician the next day confirmed that both of Ike's ears were good and angry and require 10 days of amoxicillin, aka the Devil's Pink Drank.
So most of the weekend looked just like that, with Ike strapped to us in various carriers, wearing a cold washcloth on his head, while I paced around the house and took pictures of his glazed-over misery. Because I never want to forget that I DESERVE SOME EXTRA CREDIT FOR THIS. Especially the part when he screamed from 2:30 straight on until 5:30 in the morning, until I managed to coax him to sleep semi-upright with his head on my left hip for a couple hours. My right leg has yet to fully regain circulation.
He's feeling much better now. Poor baby. Ears are such bitches.