Sick.

My baby is sick again.

My husband keeps saying, "But really, there are other kids at Childrens Hospital right now who were born with fourteen eyes and sixteen toes. Ours is healthy in comparison".

Sure, asshole. But this human being that I kept safe in my belly for all those months, the one I love more than life itself, is SICK. (I don't give a crap about "We are the world" horseshit right now)

First, baby cried the first three months of his life. Some say colic. Some say reflux (boo on that one). Whatever "it" was, it possessed my son and my household for a good long time. "It" prompted my husband to declare (at 3 a.m., with arms outstretched and screeching baby in them), "We are NEVER having another one. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!". Somewhere in May of last year, he stopped. We weren't making late night runs down the bumpiest street in the world, we weren't putting him in his car seat and sitting him on the dryer during a long cycle. We were actually somewhat human again, and I wasn't threatening to castrate my husband. Life was good. We had our first full nights of sleep. I felt like a brand new woman.

In September, more sleepless nights. Unhappy kid. This time, an ear infection. Not a big deal - we'll take some antibiotics and things will be good. The infection doesn't go away. More antibiotics. After our pediatrician tried every oral antibiotic, she moved on to the Rocefen shots. Nothing. Another broad spectrum antibiotic. Nothing.

After a referral to the ENT doctor at Childrens, she says, "Definitely, tubes". We have tubes done in January. (I should note that for a week before the procedure, my son was vomiting and shitting often at the same time, every 20 minutes, with a giant purply blister on his butt), totally dehydrated and unhappy. I could have gone to a casual party across the street to celebrate New Year's Eve, but instead, I was covered in slime.

Fast forward to now. There have been roughly 15 ear infections, at least 6 since ear tubes, a round of viral bronchiolitis and a double ear infection on his first birthday.

Today, he wakes up with a temp of 101.1, it shoots on up to 103.6 at lunch. We make a visit to the doctor's office. No infection in the ears, but a giant lymphnode and 'sores' in the back of his mouth ... "likely a pediatric virus, but not strep".

According to my mother-in-law, my husband was sick like this growing up. He was always in the hospital for pneumonia or something or other. His dad gave his mom an ample amount of shit for being over-reactive to everything. I'm understanding why now, and I hope wherever she is, she knows she's vindicated.

Oh, and they said today my car would be done with the service around 3, but now it won't be done until tomorrow when I won't have a way to get out there. Tomorrow, I'm having a parade of home improvement people coming in, and worst of all, I'm out of my sour apple martini mix, so this day sucks dirty rhino balls even more so.

Here's to a healthy baby sooner than later ...