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Looking forward to spring. and health.
Mar. 5th, 2012 11:50 pmThe weather this winter has been so strangely warm. Not complaining! But Evie has been looking forward to a good snow so she could play in it, of course, and the weather has not been cooperating. Until today. Perfectly gorgeous snowfall last night and we have a few inches of unusually pretty, well-behaved snow. By well-behaved, I am not referring to its ability to stick together, because it's sort of a dry powdery type of snow. It was melted from the roads only by the time M went to work this morning, though. Pretty snow but not unsafe driving conditions--excellent! Except... poor Miss E was not allowed to go out and play in it.
Remember last week, how I was all whiny about taking my kid to the doctor and she did nothing? I swear, I really am that person who is against the overuse of antibiotics but I *KNEW* she needed something this time. Friday afternoon, in the midst of our tornado warning* panic, E starts talking about her ears hurting. I called the nurse, who said the doctors wouldn't call in an antibiotic without her being seen by the doctor. (You can imagine how pleased I was, since I had taken her in once already for it.) By nine, she is crying non-stop, saying "My ear! It really really hurts! OWWWWWW!" and variations on that theme. The Tylenol finally kicked in and she fell asleep after a couple of hours of crying. At midnight, she woke up again screaming for two more hours, and then at 5:30. She only wanted Daddy, which was sort of nice for me in that I didn't have to lay there with someone screaming in my ear but that is not really how mommies work, you know? I wanted to be able to DO something for her and none of the usual remedies were working for her. The last time, she came to our bed and wanted to stay there with Daddy, so I went to the couch and set the alarm on my phone for eight so I could get up and call the pediatrician. Turns out that it's hard to fall asleep if there is a small person screaming in your house even if it is not sitting right next to you. Anyway, in the morning, off to the doctor we went, and blessedly, all ear pain was gone. !! Prescriptions picked up (with a modicum of trouble related to dosage that almost meant we wouldn't have been able to pick it up until Monday...) and dispensed and we were ready to move on with the weekend when.... on Sunday, child wakes up with a ruptured ear drum. I had personally never experienced this and I hope you don't have to, either, because the stuff that drains out of an ear? It's gross. And freaky because you know, nothing is supposed to come out of an ear. Google assured me that this is usually okay, though, so I waited until today, when the office was open, to call and ask the nurse about it. She said she would need to be seen, so we headed out in the snow to the doctor this morning. He added some drops to her meds and, when asked, said absolutely no way to the question of her being allowed to play in the snow. That was my feeling, too, but my arctic love thought she'd be fine. L)
(Except I am worrying now because the ear drops contain a fluoroquinolone antibiotic and I am allergic to those. I wonder if it's hereditary? I am pretty sure allergies of that type are, to some extent, but what chance then that she will have a reaction to it? That's what prompted my major rash a few years back, in 2005, if you remember it. I'd link to it but am too lazy to go searching. Full-body rash that caused the allergist to take pictures and invite all his colleagues in because it was so unusual. In way of a small update on this issue? I have since learned that that antibiotic is not prescribed on an outpatient basis anymore, and I got the impression that it probably shouldn't have been prescribed to me in the first place. No one actually told me that straight-out, though. It worked well, though--it did cure me. Of course, then it nearly killed me but whatever. DRAMA, YES. I am so allowed drama on this one, as I think anyone who actually saw me would attest. Also, I will never in my entire life think of the word "fluoroquinolone" without thinking of the anesthesiologist when E was born. He was pissed that the nurses had given me IV drugs that turned me loopy and unable to consent to his epidural spiel, but when he asked if I had any allergies (after I apologized to him for being stoned) I told him I was allergic to fluoroquinolone antibiotics. He was impressed that I managed to remember such a word while stoned out of my mind. Then everyone turned into giant foam fingers, like at ball games, and I don't remember much after that for a while.)
On the bright side, she is clearly not feeling too bad currently, and hopefully we're on the mend now. And, I think I earned bonus mom points because I brought in a tub full of snow so she could still play in the snow while inside. She made miniature snowmen with julienned baby carrots and raisins, and then she made an igloo, and her Polly Pockets made snow angels. After about half an hour, I carried the tub to the sink and gave her a spray bottle full of water with food coloring and let her spray it all over the snow, which she enjoyed greatly, and when she was done with that, I gave her the sprayer from the sink, turned it to hot water and let her melt all the snow. I think she enjoyed that more than anything else. :)
*Tornado. I'm sure you heard about the big storm thing last week? It sort of took over the entire day. School was dismissed early in most places and businesses were encouraged to send their people home early. It was actually bad enough that even M got to come home early, and he never does. Luckily, it passed us by but a town next door to my hometown was destroyed. Since it's so close to home, I'm seeing nothing but pictures of the devastation on Facebook this week. It's pretty awful. It's wonderful how much warning there was, though--I'm sure otherwise the fatalities would have been much worse. I'm so relieved that none of my family/friends was greatly affected by it. And then, to add insult to injury, three days later, six inches of snow falls on them. At least it's melting fast.
Remember last week, how I was all whiny about taking my kid to the doctor and she did nothing? I swear, I really am that person who is against the overuse of antibiotics but I *KNEW* she needed something this time. Friday afternoon, in the midst of our tornado warning* panic, E starts talking about her ears hurting. I called the nurse, who said the doctors wouldn't call in an antibiotic without her being seen by the doctor. (You can imagine how pleased I was, since I had taken her in once already for it.) By nine, she is crying non-stop, saying "My ear! It really really hurts! OWWWWWW!" and variations on that theme. The Tylenol finally kicked in and she fell asleep after a couple of hours of crying. At midnight, she woke up again screaming for two more hours, and then at 5:30. She only wanted Daddy, which was sort of nice for me in that I didn't have to lay there with someone screaming in my ear but that is not really how mommies work, you know? I wanted to be able to DO something for her and none of the usual remedies were working for her. The last time, she came to our bed and wanted to stay there with Daddy, so I went to the couch and set the alarm on my phone for eight so I could get up and call the pediatrician. Turns out that it's hard to fall asleep if there is a small person screaming in your house even if it is not sitting right next to you. Anyway, in the morning, off to the doctor we went, and blessedly, all ear pain was gone. !! Prescriptions picked up (with a modicum of trouble related to dosage that almost meant we wouldn't have been able to pick it up until Monday...) and dispensed and we were ready to move on with the weekend when.... on Sunday, child wakes up with a ruptured ear drum. I had personally never experienced this and I hope you don't have to, either, because the stuff that drains out of an ear? It's gross. And freaky because you know, nothing is supposed to come out of an ear. Google assured me that this is usually okay, though, so I waited until today, when the office was open, to call and ask the nurse about it. She said she would need to be seen, so we headed out in the snow to the doctor this morning. He added some drops to her meds and, when asked, said absolutely no way to the question of her being allowed to play in the snow. That was my feeling, too, but my arctic love thought she'd be fine. L)
(Except I am worrying now because the ear drops contain a fluoroquinolone antibiotic and I am allergic to those. I wonder if it's hereditary? I am pretty sure allergies of that type are, to some extent, but what chance then that she will have a reaction to it? That's what prompted my major rash a few years back, in 2005, if you remember it. I'd link to it but am too lazy to go searching. Full-body rash that caused the allergist to take pictures and invite all his colleagues in because it was so unusual. In way of a small update on this issue? I have since learned that that antibiotic is not prescribed on an outpatient basis anymore, and I got the impression that it probably shouldn't have been prescribed to me in the first place. No one actually told me that straight-out, though. It worked well, though--it did cure me. Of course, then it nearly killed me but whatever. DRAMA, YES. I am so allowed drama on this one, as I think anyone who actually saw me would attest. Also, I will never in my entire life think of the word "fluoroquinolone" without thinking of the anesthesiologist when E was born. He was pissed that the nurses had given me IV drugs that turned me loopy and unable to consent to his epidural spiel, but when he asked if I had any allergies (after I apologized to him for being stoned) I told him I was allergic to fluoroquinolone antibiotics. He was impressed that I managed to remember such a word while stoned out of my mind. Then everyone turned into giant foam fingers, like at ball games, and I don't remember much after that for a while.)
On the bright side, she is clearly not feeling too bad currently, and hopefully we're on the mend now. And, I think I earned bonus mom points because I brought in a tub full of snow so she could still play in the snow while inside. She made miniature snowmen with julienned baby carrots and raisins, and then she made an igloo, and her Polly Pockets made snow angels. After about half an hour, I carried the tub to the sink and gave her a spray bottle full of water with food coloring and let her spray it all over the snow, which she enjoyed greatly, and when she was done with that, I gave her the sprayer from the sink, turned it to hot water and let her melt all the snow. I think she enjoyed that more than anything else. :)
*Tornado. I'm sure you heard about the big storm thing last week? It sort of took over the entire day. School was dismissed early in most places and businesses were encouraged to send their people home early. It was actually bad enough that even M got to come home early, and he never does. Luckily, it passed us by but a town next door to my hometown was destroyed. Since it's so close to home, I'm seeing nothing but pictures of the devastation on Facebook this week. It's pretty awful. It's wonderful how much warning there was, though--I'm sure otherwise the fatalities would have been much worse. I'm so relieved that none of my family/friends was greatly affected by it. And then, to add insult to injury, three days later, six inches of snow falls on them. At least it's melting fast.
