I haven't blogged in awhile because I haven't had much to blog about. No major events, no news, just going on like normal. Today is no different except that it was just a strange day.
Last night we went to bed to temperatures in the 40s. Nashville was getting ice predictions but we were just getting "wintry mix" predictions and I thought I heard the weatherman say something about temperatures in the 50s. WHAT? This morning there was ice and no school in Nashville but in Knoxville it was rainy and in the mid 50s. Yep. Weird. I thought it would be a good day to get out so I decided that Jack and I would go to the East Tennessee Discovery Center. We've never been but it sounded like he would really have a good time. Then things changed.
After I got out of the shower, Jack came up to me, holding his "
hiney" as he calls everything in that general area and saying, "Mommy, my
hiney hurts." I took his diaper off and checked everything out and it all looked normal so I decided to watch him throughout the day. Next he starts crying and holding his left ear and saying, "Mommy, my ear hurts." He had an ear infection in the right ear last week so I thought maybe he's got one in the left ear now. I'll keep an eye on that, too. I keep getting ready and he's in the bathroom and bumps his head on one of the drawers. He starts to cry again and we go through all the consoling. He won't stop crying though. He lays on my bed and cries and cries and tells me his head hurts (nothing else hurts at this point). Normally head bumps don't cause this much emotion from him and he didn't even hit his head hard. He cries for about 30 minutes, still telling me his head hurts so I call the doctor. Maybe, he just hit his head in a funny spot, who knows? They tell me to go ahead and bring him in. We get in the car, pouring down rain and drive to the doctor. Jack's crying and saying his head hurts the whole time. He even points to the area that hurts (right above his left ear). We get to the doctor and they get us right in since he's complaining of head pain and has been crying for so long. Here's where it gets fun.
The nurse comes in and gets his stats, he cries. She comes back in and says, "Do you think he will pee in this cup?" He doesn't even want to pee in the potty right now so I say I have my doubts but we'll try. No luck. He won't get off my lap. The doctor comes in and looks in his ears, the right one looks fine but he can't see the left one because there's so much wax. He tries to scrape it out, but still can't get a good look so, we'll have to flush it out. HUH? This sounds fun. Oh yeah, and because he won't pee in the cup, we'll have to bag him to get some pee. HUH, again? When I hear "bag him", I'm thinking catheter and wondering how in the heck they're going to catheter a 2 year old. Turns out they just put a sticky bag around him so when he pees it will go in there. The ear flushing thing was fun, too. Me and a nurse had to hold him down while another nurse squirted a water and hydrogen peroxide solution in his ear. Funny thing about this, while they were squirting it in his ear, he got calm and even closed his eyes. I wonder what it felt like. They can't get all the wax out but do get enough to tell that his ears are clear. That's good. They don't think he has any head trauma since he's not vomiting or stumbling around. That's good, too. Now we just have to wait for him to pee. They give him some apple juice and finally we get some pee. They test it, it's fine. That's good, too. So.... what is wrong with him? Nothing that they could tell. Here's where it gets weird, again.
We leave the doctor and he is a different kid. He talks non-stop out to my parents and says, "No anything hurt, Mommy. No this toe hurt, no
this toe hurt, no this finger hurt, no my head hurt, no my ear hurt. Mommy, I want to sing Old do
donal have a farm. Mommy, I want chicken and french fries. I love chicken and french fries, I love
wenna-
nade." The list goes on. He is the same way at my parents house. Happy, talkative, wants to play. He is not anything like he was this morning. That's good, I guess, but I still wish I knew what was wrong with him this morning!!! Anyway, he had a great nap and woke up still in a great mood. He said, "Mommy, I
fweep good. No I feel bad." I guess he knows.
On unrelated news, we tried to go to Nashville last weekend but Jack, Abbott and I were all sick with something or another so we're going to try to go this weekend. Abbott is sick again, but we're hoping he'll be better so we can go. I went to the foot doctor because the plantar warts on my feet had come back and he said I should have them removed again. I scheduled the surgery for Monday but talked myself out of it and decided to try some other creams, oils, whatever to see if that will help them before I have them cut off again. I was off my feet and limited for such a long time and I just don't want to go through it again.
I guess that's about it for an update. Jack said a funny thing in the car after we left the doctor today. He said, "Mommy,
Popo is a good
dator." I said, "
Popo is a good doctor?" He said, "No,
Popo is a good
TAH-KER". I said, "He's a good talker?" "YES"
We've had so little going on this month that I haven't even taken very many pictures. Shocking. Here is one picture of Jack I took a few days ago and a picture of the sunrise out my back door this morning in the 50 degree weather.
Yes, the sticker is still on the bottom. He didn't want to take them off. He paced up and down Popo and Moma Jo's floor and looked at his feet, very proud of his new shoes.
