Remember last week's post when I said Peanut was over the ear infection. Hahahaha. Hahahahahahaha.

He woke up the next morning, had his bottle, then started fussing. By noon daycare called because he was running a fever. I immediately made an appointment with the pediatrician. Yep, the ear infection was raging, worse than before the antibiotics. Peanut ended up on a 3-shot series of R*c*ph*n. Final injection is today. We took him back to daycare the following day since it was just an ear infection. At noon they called again. Yep another fever, this time a degree higher. After his nap at home, I took his temp and it had spiked to 104 - this right at 4 hours after T*len*l. After another call to the doctor's office they gave to go ahead to stagger T*len*l and M*tr*n which did the trick.

We still kept the well baby appt. on Friday and his ear was looking much better. He's growing and gaining weight consistently although he's still only in the 5th percentile. I don't know if it's his preemieness or if he takes after his short, small-boned mama. The doc seemed happy, although he wants Peanut to start crawling, and we've now added meats and finger foods to Peanut's diet. His not real sure about the finger foods yet. We bought some star-shaped puffed snacks by G*rb*r and they are the best. When he gets one in a certain way, the points on the star look like buck teeth. Daddy had lots of fun with that.

Speaking of illnesses, Hubby and I had yet another stomach bug this weekend. At least this time it hit me several hours after eating, so my stomach was mostly empty already. I laid in bed most of Saturday, then Hubby had his turn yesterday.

In the past 6 months I've had: 3 stomach bugs (2 complete with puking), a cold, and a flu/respiratory infection. I still have a cough from that.

Assvice

Assvice (unsolicited, mean-spirited or just plain bad advice) has been a common topic on some of the blogs I read. It generally is applied to mommies, especially new ones.

I've been lucky in pretty much avoiding unsolicited advice other than the occasional bit from family. Youngest SIL has spouted off a few times, but that was totally expected as she offers unwanted and verbose advice on EVERYTHING.

So here's a gem my own dear mom came up with: We were discussing whether or not Hubby and I would like another child. I'm leaning toward yes, Hubby is a NO!!! As stressful as one has been, and given my leanings toward anxiety and depression, Hubby may be on to something. Besides I'm a singleton and it didn't scar me too badly.

Anyhoo, Mom's assvice was: You really should have another. You know, for insurance.

Translation (although I immediately got what she was implying): Have a second kid in case something happens to the first one. That way you have a backup.

As if one child could replace another. Asif it's implausable that something could happen to both children. There are no guarantees in life, whether I have one child or 10.

I've come to the conclusion that Peanut's daycare is nothing more than a hotbed of germs. Ok, so I'm exaggerating a little bit. Well, not that much. I'm getting over a hideous summer bug complete with sinus pain, major stuffed nose, and a cough I am so sick of. Enough already with the coughing. Peanut has gotten so used to it, that he slept through a 20 minute hack-a-thon in bed last night. Hubby has the never ending sore throat and Peanut started coughing this morning. (Peanut, please hold on till Friday. We already have a well baby appointment then.) Hubby and I have never in our adult lives been sick so often.

Peanut, bless his little peanuty heart, is finally over an ear infection combined with pinkeye. At least this time we mixed things up! What a mess that was. The doctor put him on A*gm*ntin which not only caused watery shits (a la last ear infection), but had the added bonus of making him throw up. Poor hubby took direct hits 2 or 3 times. The replacement antibiotic stayed down better, but continued the shit issues. Peanut finished his course of treatment on Sunday and still has loose poopies. As was illustrated by this morning's incidient.

I took Peanut to daycare because Hubby had an interview for a homicide detective position (fingers crossed). Everything was hunky-dorey, I was running a little early, Peanut was all smiles, and I was feeling good. Until I went to put him down and noticed my arm felt squishy. Yep, he had pooped in his carseat and it squished out all over his butt and onto me. It was still nice and warm when I picked him up which is why I was oblivious. So we had a major cleanup on aisle 6, complete with an outfit change for Peanut. Luckily, the poop was limited to my arm, so I didn't require a change (I need to carry a spare outfit in the car).

Peanut sat happily on the floor and played while I put his bottles in the fridge. That is until another kid got too close and he started crying (if he's anything like Mommy, he needs his zone of personal space). As I sat him in a bouncer thing, he started with the juicy cough.

Here we go again...