Hair Oil and the Stress of Parenting
Oy vay what a weekend. Saturday night, after a session of Wii Sports Resort with the husband, I checked on the kid and noticed he was breathing heavily. I took his temperature and it was high which led me to waking him up and trying to get him to sleep in our bed which he did not want at all. He is obsessed with his crib and I guess I understand why, as his mattress is far superior to ours. Sunday morning came and he was not his usual smartass babbling self so I calmly (who am I kidding, I freaked the eff out) suggested we visit the hospital. Turns out he has a bad ear infection and after about an hour we were given the clear as well as a shopping list of drugs. We spent the day at home, force feeding him antibiotics and Ibuprofen and spraying crap up his nose. I have never felt so helpless and and at a loss as I have these past couple of days. I am not a religious person but yet, when the kid was listless and pale, I prayed to every deity in the pack and might have even promised t...