"I hate the new pool!"
I kept saying it over and over again the whole time we were staying at my mom's new house. I'd just get the kids bathed, hair fixed, etc. and they were pretty for the next event. Then I'd sit down and relax and feed the baby when suddenly there goes my soaked children running by in their swimsuit after an uncle or aunt had said, "Hey kids, who wants to go swimming!" (These adults either have no kids or only short haired boys and have no idea about blow drying and tangles.) So the whole week they were a ratty mess because I gave up on hair brushing. Not to mention the 6 pairs of underwear each everyday because I can't stand to put a used pair back on a kid. Then they always needed another hot bath after coming in. And you can't just run the water for 3 minutes in a tub that size. Ten minutes and it is still only up to their ankles.
But it wasn't until the Swimmer's Ear, started that I had a really good reason to hate the pool.
After 3 full days swimming in the 80 degree water Kennon came down with this the day before the wedding. She was feverish and did nothing but lay there Saturday through Tuesday. Her ear was so swollen inside the antibiotic drops couldn't even drip their way in to do any good. Finally the oral antibiotics kicked in and she was well enough to get out of bed and fly home on Wednesday.
What I learned? No matter whose wedding it is, and how inconvenient or costly it is to take your kid to the doctor out of state- just do it. I thought I was handling it because I talked to no less than 3 Doc's at the wedding and they all told me it would clear up on its own. One doc said I needed to rinse it out using a bulb syringe, another said to clean out the wax. . All of these remedies exacerbated the problem and maybe even created it in the first place. I really missed having my husband there to make the call on what to do.
This final episode of our vacation really wore me out. All I did for three nights it seemed was feed the baby, burp the baby, change the baby, get Kennon medicine, a drink, and drops for her ear, AND then . . . start the whole thing over again.
And this is all the time I have to write now, unfortunately. I am forced to do things in short spurts the last couple months. Life with a baby is so good, but sooooo different.
1 comment:
know, i think (knowing only what i know about brent) the only thing he would've done differently with the swimmer's ear is figure out how to make his own antibiotics...
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