Poor Tater...

So I was at home trying to get some setting up for the garage sale done while Tate was at preschool and my phone rings...it's Tate's preschool. His teacher said that she thinks he has an ear infection...he was inconsolable and holding his ear saying it hurt. Sounds like an ear infection to me! So I called the amazing pediatrics office we started going to and got in to the doctor for an appointment 15 minutes later (Tate's preschool is across the street from his doctor's office). When we got there, he was crying...a lot. He was seriously hurting and wouldn't take his hand down from his ear. He looked PATHETIC! He got weighed and had lost 2lbs since 3 1/2 wks ago when he had his physical. This didn't surprise me because he hasn't been eating hardly anything in the last week since he's been sick. He got his temp checked...101.5. Then the doctor came in to look in his ear and he went BALISTIC! He was screaming and saying, "YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!!" He was like a wild man and then started coughing and then proceeded to vomit all over the table. Nice. Turns out, his ear was too waxy to see anything, so she had to clean it out first...oh great! That didn't go well. I was practically laying on him to hold him down while she did that. It was bad. She got a gigantic chunk of wax out and was able to look in his ear. She said it was a nasty infection, but not perferated. Whew. Then she wanted to check his lungs...she was worried about pneumonia since he's had it twice before. She said that for now they sound okay, but to keep an eye on him because she fears he's going to get worse before he gets better. Oh great! She gave him some medicine while we were there, prescribed him some antibiotics and we were on our way.

Fast forward to tonight...

He was feeling MUCH better and we had PS-MAPP. He no longer had a fever and Sean was still going to stay home from our class to stay with him, but he really wanted to go to DeCook's like he always does on Thursday nights. So we decided to let him. He did fine and was playing and having fun. He was jumping around (like the kids always to there) and fell and hit his head on the stone around their fireplace and gashed it. James said it was "a gusher". It is across his temple. He has a bandaid on it and I haven't even seen the gash yet because he won't let me take the bandaid off. James was worried he might need stitches or the glue. It hasn't bled or bothered him though, so we'll try to take a look tomorrow and decide if we should do anything about it.

Conveniently, he has school pictures on Monday. Ha. Good thing he has long hair and you won't really be able to see the cut anyway! Poor guy...nothing went his way today. :(