Antibiotic Resistant Ear Infections. Yup. That's what we're dealing with. Max was up again all night Sunday, and I went back to the pediatrician yesterday morning. I got the patronizing pat-on-the-head from the Medical Assistant, who told me that it was most likely that Max's ear was healing and that's why he was digging at it, and that maybe he had a viral infection on top of the ear infection healing. Then the Pediatrician looked in his ears and was shocked to see that despite two rounds of very strong antibiotics, his ears were still incredibly infected. Score one for Mom's intuition. The last option is a round of injectable antibiotics. So Max had a shot yesterday, one today, and one more tomorrow. The doc will check his ears tomorrow, and if they aren't cleared up, we'll be headed back to our favorite hospital where they will drain his ears, place tubes, and we'll probably have a day or two inpatient for IV antibiotics. He's running a mild fever right now.
I am so sick of ear infections.
I met my husband for a quick lunch after Dr visit (and shot #2) this afternoon. We ate at a Chinese resteraunt, and as is tradition, sat and read the forune cookies afterwards.
Mine: You will be receiving good news from a far distance.
My husband's: Follow your beliefs.
Both pretty typical, right? Then we opened the one they gave us for Max.
Max's: A romantic mystery will enter your life.
So how come the baby gets the most interesting fortune? Why can't I have a romantic mystery?
Last night at Family Home Evening, we were singing "I Feel My Savior's Love." My girls learned the sign language to go with it, and were proudly showing it to us. Max was watching intently, and started pretending to sign towards the end of the song which brought a big smile to the girls' faces.
It took more than one tissue to wipe the tears away.
Abby is eleven and in fifth grade. She practices like crazy, love performing, and "really, really, really" wants to be in the symphony someday. She loves ice skating, riding horses, and has more energy than both of her parents put together.
Ashlynn is nine years old and in fourth grade. Ever since her arrival in the front seat of our minivan on the side of the freeway, Ashlynn has always done things her own way. She keeps everyone in the family laughing, and is always there for a hug, a smile, or a cuddle. She loves gymanstics, playing the piano, and frequently is found bouncing off of one piece of furniture or another.
The Big Brother
Max is a four year old ball of energy and fun. Obessed with the iPhone, Toy Story, and Phinneas and Ferb, he regularly has us laughing hysterically at his antics. Max was born with metopic craniosynostosis and has had two major skull reconstructions, and has come through with flying colors.
If there's trouble to be found, two year old Ian will be in the center of it. Ian is charming, articulate, funny, and incredibly determined to make the world exactly the way he wants it. He loves his brother, climbing on the counters and waking up at obscenely early hours.