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This is what my household has been dealing with for weeks. WEEKS.
Benjamin has had ear infection after ear infection after ear infection and, oh, yeah, he’s having trouble hearing. REALLY? NO SHIT?!
Because of this latest round of antibiotics, he developed a severe diaper rash that was moderated slightly by a prescription tushie cream, but that didn’t work for long because now his delicate little tushie has a raging yeast infection that I swear if you saw it would not only start crying but would want to take him to the hospital.
(If, um, you happened to see it 87 times a day. Every day. Just sayin’.)
Today I took him back to the ENT only to find out, huh, yeah, he might have been almost cleared up for 2 days, but his left ear is again infected.
Of course it is.
It is clear this cannot be fixed medically and therefore the Mighty Mighty Benjamite is gonna have some Mighty Mighty Ear Tube surgery this Friday.
To say the past 4 weeks have been difficult is the understatement of the century. Schedules have been blown to hell, jobs have been put at risk, tears have been shed, germs have been passed around (and around again), I have a standing Saturday appointment at the pediatrician’s office now and Husband and I are g-ddamned exhausted.
We didn’t want it to come to this, but after seeing the effects these things are having on his hearing and speech development, there is no other option. So hopefully on the back end of this we’ll have a little boy who is well, can clearly hear Mommy and Daddy say, “I love you,” can get our life out from under medications and doctor’s offices and actually give him a chance to say “milk” correctly.
But until then, I’ll be slathering his ass with ointments, pouring amoxicillin down his throat and a corresponding nice pinot down mine.