I'm 102.7% sure that Gabriel has an ear infection. This comes as no surprise, really, since he woke up on Sunday morning whimpering about his hurt ear. Once we were up and out of bed he seemed to forget about it, and my pediatrician says that 80% of ear infections go away on their own, so I decided to pretend it wasn't true.
And, well, this morning Gabriel seemed a trifle sniffly. A tad bit under the weather, but it was his birthday! He's already stayed home sick on Halloween, I just knew today was a day that he'd WANT to go to school. Besides, 80% of ear infections get solved on their own terms, right? RIGHT?
At his after-school party, he definitely showed off his inner Birthday Troll, and while I could tell that we were fast devolving, I was also pretending that it wasn't true.
It became impossible to continue this charade when, with a weeping, feverish child on my hip, I made the tragic discovery that we are OUT OF TYLENOL. This horror did not make itself known until 5 minutes after the close of urgent care. Faced with the choice of either packing us off to the ER or suffering through the next 7 hours with a weepy toddler, I'm holed up in bed, prepared to sacrifice my night's sleep in the comfort of my own apartment. Right now I have Fantasia on so that when he wakes up to whimper (approx. every ten minutes), there's something to distract him, but it's not so distracting as to actually keep him awake.