Three months old and we made our first trip to the Children's Emergency Department. Yesterday afternoon our sweet smiley boy became a hot to the touch, pitifully yowling, left-ear grabbing monster. His mood was significantly improved by a dose of tylenol but the horns came out again when the meds wore off. A phone call to the doctor foiled my brilliant plan to take him in for a next morning appointment because thanks to Susan G. Komen the normal Sunday office hours were canceled.
Convinced the ear grabbing was a malicious omen, I tried looking in his ears myself, but chickened out when the yowling started back in earnest and real tears were produced. Turns out Mommy can only be nonchalant about the tears of other people's children.
So, with a sigh, we packed up a bottle of water and a couple card games and headed off the the new ED.
After chatting companionably with a few people who had been waiting for three hours, and watching a stereotypical ghetto chick melt down and be escorted out by security, one of my friends snuck us in the back to be "unofficially seen". (Thanks Julia!!!)
She confirmed that yes, the left ear was infected, poor baby, wrote a prescription for the pink bubblegum elixir of life, and had us out in about an hour, proving that sometimes it really is who you know.
This morning, fortified with a second dose of amoxicillin and some sweet grape tylenol, our boy was UTTERLY charming at my Mother's Day brunch.
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