If He Only Knew What He Said

The kids are sick with congestion and coughs. Last night T. woke me up at midnight, he was crying that his ear hurt. Great. Why does this stuff always happen during the night?

I took him downstairs with me to sleep in the spare bedroom, as I was afraid he would wake up everyone in the house. My poor baby. I felt awful for him.

While we waited for the Motrin I gave him to kick in, I tried everything I could think of to help relieve the pain; I had him blow his nose, I sprayed saline in his nostrils to help, I then used a bulb syringe to suck out the boogers when he didn't WANT to blow anymore, I gave him more decongestant, I placed Debrox drops in to clear his ear canal (he gets horrible wax build-up), and I held a hot compress against the ear. Finally something worked and he fell back asleep....

...for about two more hours. And then he was up again. It was like that way for the entire night.

This morning I took the three of them to the Pediatrician, who after examining them, filled out three prescriptions for antibiotics. W. and R. for sinus infections and T. for a double ear infection. All the infections were just beginning, so hopefully the Amoxicillian will nip it in the bud.

When we were through, we of course stopped at the front desk, you know, for the good behavior sticker. After rifling through the entire basket, a dozen or so times, they each picked a sticker of a different breed of dog.

W. showed me his sticker on the way out of the office. It was a picture of a Burmese Sheepdog.

I said to him, "That's a beautiful dog. When I was young, I had a dog with the same color markings."

"What kind of dog was it?" My son asked.

"Well, she was a mix breed and she looked like both of her parents. Her body looked like a Collie and her head looked like a Beagle."

"So, you had a Kegel!" He enthusiastically replied.

I almost fell down the steps as I went into hysterics.