Motrin is my co-pilot
My little Mo was still sick when I got home and I went into vicious mama-bear mode. Three pediatricians have looked into my child’s crusty little ears and shrugged their shoulders. One even had the audacity to say that “Asian children have more wax in their ears”
I gave her some slack as she was actually Asian–but watching my little guy scream in pain and claw his ears to shreds finally snapped the little teensy bit of patience that I had left with our local peds clinic.
So–there were some tearful phone calls to Jeremy while he was in the operating room–and some super heated mama drama until he caved and called one of the on-duty ENT’s to see if they would walk us in. Three hours later the diagnosis was so freaking simple I could have beat the crap out of all of them. Extreme Swimmer’s Ear.
Swimmer’s Ear. Not a middle ear infection–which explains why antibiotics didn’t do it. External and VERY painful–which explains why the little guy cried all of the time and couldn’t sleep. Rocking him hurt. Making him lie down hurt. Touching his ear HURT.
Now we are on day three of the ear drops that were prescribed and he’s still very cranky. He spiked a 102 temp yesterday and vomited all over our bed at 4am from the stress. I am praying that he will be ok when he and I fly out on my next business trip on Tuesday.
I feel so angry that he has been in this pain for weeks and no one could figure out something so freaking simple! GRRRR.