Turns out that Caroline’s majestic barfing on the flight back from Chicago may not simply have been a response to turbulence. Instead it might have been the precursor to something more problematic. Starting Tuesday, she’s been running a fever on and off, as high as 103.9–which isn’t as dangerous for an infant as for an adult, but still. And she developed a runny nose and cough. But her energy level was still up, and her appetite was fine. So we treated her with fever reducer, kept her fluids up, and waited to see if that would be enough to break what could be a simple flu.
But last night was hellacious, and she was crying in such a way that she seemed in genuine pain. And I thought, “Okay. Ear infection.” We took her to the doctor and, lo and behold…ear infection. Both ears. So now we have her on Amoxyl, a pediatric cure-all so universal that David Steinberg once did a bit as to what it would be like if a pediatrician were the President of the United States. (“Mr. President, what should we do about the Middle East situation?” “I’m thinking Amoxycilin.”)
She’s napping now, making up for all the sleep she lost last night.
Sometimes I can’t believe I’m 47 and doing this all OVER again.
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