You know those days that you think are going to be one way, and they turn out being another way entirely? Had one of those today. Today was supposed to be a very busy day at work, then quiet evening with the kids. Matt left today for a quick business trip, so it would be just the three of us. Well.
Ethan woke up this morning with a high fever. He's had a cough, plus his ears seem to get infected if they even hear the word sick, so I arranged to stay home with him and take him to the doctor. Even then, I was reformulating in my mind what the day would be like. I should know better. I thought we'd zip to the doctor, maybe grab a prescription, and be home in time for me to catch a morning talk show or two. Ha! We didn't leave the doctor until 10:30. E has the croup AND an ear infection, so he was prescribed an antibiotic AND a steroid. We wait for 40 minutes at Wal Mart, only to be handed 1 prescription. One heated discussion and 20 more minutes later, we were finally on our way home with the drugs. By this point, E is semi-comotose from the combination of fever and exhaustion, it's way past his lunch and nap time and he's had neither, and it's about a million degrees outside.
We got home around noon, and I fed him lunch as quickly as I could. Then I had to give him three medications: the two prescriptions and Motrin for his fever. Showing spectacularly bad judgement, I attempted the nasty-tasting antibiotic first, which has the consistency of school glue. The moment it hit his lips, all the trauma of the morning caught up with him and he went postal. I mean, he was FURIOUS. But it's not like I could just let it go--he HAD to have the medicine. So I finally got most of it in him--the rest was all over both of us. I changed him for his nap, but then I still had two medicines to go. Well, of course the minute he saw the bottles he freaked again--who could blame him? I went with the steriod next. It at least smelled good, but it didn't matter--he hated it on principle. This time, the coughing and the fury and the attempts not to swallow coincided, with the unfortunate result that E threw up the steroid and probably most of the antibiotic all over both of us.
By this point, I was ready to call the doctor for a prescription of my own. I gave up on the Motrin entirely--some things are not worth the battle. Fortunately, he was so exhausted by the drama that the minute he was cleaned up, he was out, and had a good nap. I was able to recover, and tonight my mom came over and helped me hold him down while we gave him his medicine. It actually went much better this time--it all stayed down.
He's apparently quite contagious, so we'll be home again tomorrow. Abby will go to school, because we are not nearly as fun as the kids there. I will watch 150 episodes of The Backyardigans with Ethan, and try to regain his trust after shoving glue substitute down his throat again in the morning.