Hear ye, hear ye.....Gardner's first real illness hits. :(
We just arrived home from seeing Dr. Bry Hobbs, and Gardner has been diagnosed with his first ear infection. The maternal instinct told me that the low-grade fever he'd been experiencing was more that just teething.....and we were right. He has an infection in both ears as well as his left eye. He is now on an antibiotic (the "pink stuff," as Emily and I used to call it as kids), a decongestant, and prescription eye drops. Poor little guy.
I held tightly to him most of yesterday....when he's sick, he just wants to be in my arms or in my lap. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping fairly well....which is good, in that it will help him recover faster.
I cannot explain the sheer pain and heartache that comes with seeing your child not feeling well. You literally want to take it on and become ill yourself so he won't have to be. It is the saddest sound to hear that little weak cry that seems to ask in its own little way, "Why don't I feel good?"
I am having to come to grips with this little bout of illness....mainly because I have been so careful with him since birth so as he wouldn't be needlessly sick. I suppose that the antibodies passed to him through nursing, even though he still nurses 5 times daily, are slowly subsiding now, and that is not easy to accept. We moms just want to keep our kids protected and safe, but I realize that part of growing up is being sick sometimes. It is something all moms have to learn to accept, I suppose. But no one said it'd be easy....quite the contrary.
Within 24-36 hours, we should see marked improvement in our Little G. Then I will certainly take some snapshots of his new feat of crawling and post them here.
We just arrived home from seeing Dr. Bry Hobbs, and Gardner has been diagnosed with his first ear infection. The maternal instinct told me that the low-grade fever he'd been experiencing was more that just teething.....and we were right. He has an infection in both ears as well as his left eye. He is now on an antibiotic (the "pink stuff," as Emily and I used to call it as kids), a decongestant, and prescription eye drops. Poor little guy.
I held tightly to him most of yesterday....when he's sick, he just wants to be in my arms or in my lap. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping fairly well....which is good, in that it will help him recover faster.
I cannot explain the sheer pain and heartache that comes with seeing your child not feeling well. You literally want to take it on and become ill yourself so he won't have to be. It is the saddest sound to hear that little weak cry that seems to ask in its own little way, "Why don't I feel good?"
I am having to come to grips with this little bout of illness....mainly because I have been so careful with him since birth so as he wouldn't be needlessly sick. I suppose that the antibodies passed to him through nursing, even though he still nurses 5 times daily, are slowly subsiding now, and that is not easy to accept. We moms just want to keep our kids protected and safe, but I realize that part of growing up is being sick sometimes. It is something all moms have to learn to accept, I suppose. But no one said it'd be easy....quite the contrary.
Within 24-36 hours, we should see marked improvement in our Little G. Then I will certainly take some snapshots of his new feat of crawling and post them here.
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