Poor Baby

So, it's true, the kidlet is sick again. I feel so bad for the poor little guy.  I cried today (more than once) because I feel so bad for him. 

This time he didn't necessarily catch anything, but the side effects of the antibiotics he was on from an ear infection (a very strong drug since the normal antibiotic doesn't do the trick for him) has caused yeast infections basically everywhere on his body that holds moisture.  His butt, inside and outside of his mouth.  It looks just terrible and from what I can understand it feels terrible too.

I'm not kidding, we're regulars at Northeast Peds this summer.  Last week we didn't make an appearance and I think that was the first week in a month.  The week before that it was because pink eye returned.  And when I walked in the lady sitting at the front desk immediately pulled out Silas's records and instead of asking me the usual, " Do you still live on.....street? Do you have any copays?" and so on and so forth, she just said, "Has anything changed since last week?" I know, kind of embarrassing. Mainly because one of my biggest fears in life is being That Mom. 

The hypochondriac helicopter mom who brings their kids to the doctor for a hang nail.

But apparently I don't care what my husband (or his employees/office staff) thinks of me because I call him about every hour when Silas is sick.  It turns out I am really bad at making decisions on my own and really good at giving my husband the play by play of the day either via phone call or text.

- Should I call the doctor?
- He spit up his Tylenol, do I give him another dose?
- He's doing  much better and ate a whole piece of toast today.

I took Silas in on Wednesday  because it was day number 17 of diarrhea, I could tell his yeast infection was getting worse on his butt and I saw some spots on his mouth. The Dr is having me get stool samples. Not just one, but FIVE of them.  And each one has special rules that I need to follow.  As gross as it is, I am just glad that by testing his stool they can hopefully figure out why he's got the runs.

Then, today I noticed that he is refusing to eat (which is  a huge warning sign for Mr. I Eat Anything).  I gave him scrambled eggs for breakfast and he put some in his mouth and started to cry. Then I started to cry because he looked like he was in so much pain.  He has bumps in his mouth and is drooling.

I called the Dr AGAIN and she called in a anti fungal prescription for me to hopefully knock this stuff out for good. 

He is communicating much more lately which is super fun and especially helpful on sick days where he can at least somewhat let me know what's going on.  And he is also at the age where he is easily distracted.  It takes extra effort on my part to find things to distract him with, but most anything is better than an inconsolable toddler.

I am hopeful that we are on the other end of this.  And these little illness always remind me of how grateful I am to be healthy and have a overall healthy kid. 

Get better soon Boofus!