My poor, poor baby. She has had it tough for the last 3 weeks. She has had a double ear infection that won’t let up. First the medication wasn’t strong enough…the next one was too strong and upset her stomach to the point that I thought she had the stomach flu because I did (oh yes!). It turns out her body was rejecting the second antibiotic.
I was worried that she was becoming dehydrated so I took her to the ER. They said she had a touch of dehydration but nothing to worry about. She received 2 shots of antibiotics to get it into her system and today she started on her 3rd antibiotic…let’s hope it does the trick. Yesterday she developed a fierce appetite and thirst which she hadn’t had in days – to my great relief!
And now the whammy. I looked away for a second and she fell off the bed yesterday. I felt like the lowest form of crap around. She fell on her side and rolled and hit her head on the bed post. I almost caught her too. My poor baby. She cried briefly and then started laughing at the kiddie shows on t.v. I called her doctor and they gave me signts to look for. I called my mom and she told me to put ice on her and to keep an eye on her. I called my husband and felt horrible as I told him. He told me it was bound to happen to one of us and not to worry. That’s when I really felt bad and cried for 10 minutes. When I dropped her off at daycare this morning, I let the owner know so that they could keep a close eye on her.
“Is this the first time she fell? At 8 months? That’s awesome. I dropped mine at 2 months.”
I felt better.