Gloomy Day

Poor Alex. Last night he woke up about 11pm and was more than alarmed to find his dad at the computer that sits outside of our bedroom on the upstairs landing area. Alex was so disturbed (and obviously not feeling well to be waking up at that time of night) that he started yelling, "Go away Alan! You need to go away from me!" and some other not-nice things that I don't want to actually record here. When he finally made it past Alan and into our bedroom where I was in bed, he was crying and he told me in a very soft voice that his ear was on fire. The kid has only had 2 ear infections in his life, both when he was an infant, but he did have a small tumor growing in his right ear that was removed by our ENT specialist while we were living in Dallas, so I was worried. Alan thought it was fine to wait to take him to the doctor in the morning, so we gave him some Tylenol, a blessing (once he would let Alan touch him) and we snuggled up for the night in our bed. This morning when he woke up he was in a lot of pain and told me that he could hear trains in his ears. We headed to the doctor. Poor baby has a massive ear infection! The doctor said it was the worst she has seen and it was about to burst, so it was a good thing we were there. Three doses of different medications and $75 later, he is happily cuddled up with dog-dog, a Jamba and mulitiple episodes of Bob the Builder recorded on Tivo. It's pouring rain outside, so really, it's the perfect day to be sick.