Wow.

Where do I even start?

Well, I'm 39 weeks pregnant.

No baby.

Ugh.

My mom is here.

I'm physically uncomfortable in new and exciting ways. (hope you read fluent sarcasm).

The good news:

My mom is here!!!!

It's so wonderful... and I'm so happy about the adult relationship my mom and I have developed over the years. I respect her as a mother so much and love getting to know her as a person as well. I feel so fortunate and privileged to have that sort of relationship with her. She's a neat person and worth getting to know!

Okay, mushy part over.

Today started at midnight... with me still awake... hips hurting so bad sleep was not an option. I slept until around 4am... was up from 4 until 7... when Grant woke up. I woke up long enough to hear my mom get up with Grant... and to tell Drew that he needed to do the preschool drop-off with my mom (so she can learn the ropes) and then it's back to sleep for me. Well, not really. I couldn't sleep and was in a foul, foul mood.

My mom came back from preschool drop-off bearing gifts of Sonic. We laid around, drinking Sonic... she listened while I ranted and raved about various things... then picked up Grant from school. (I did manage a shower... a HUGE accomplishment).

When we picked him up – he was so happy to see us – as usual. He fell asleep pretty quickly so we just drove around Charlotte to let him rest. He woke up and said “AAHHHHHHHHHHH My ear is hurting.” It was the ear he'd been leaning against so I asked him if chocolate milk would make him feel better. He said yes... so we went home and got him some chocolate milk.

When he didn't want to play outside... I should have taken the hint.

But no... he was playing happily with his cars... and then “MY EAR HURT!”

Crap.

It was after 4 – almost 5. No way we'd even get in to our night clinic at his pediatrician and time is NOT something we have on our side right now... considering I will be incapacitated any moment now. Off to the minute clinic we go.

The second we step foot in CVS – Grant is SCEAMING in pain.

He screamed for the entire hour we waited there.

TOP OF HIS LUNGS scream and cry.

It was finally our turn... and the nurse practitioner took over.

She took our information.

We'd been there before.

He didn't have fever.

No signs of a cold or flu.

Just crying and he says his ear hurts.

She wouldn't talk to him – even though we'd managed to get him pretty calmed down.

Of course, she didn't even try to warm him up to her... just went in for the kill with her stethoscope to listen to his lungs. The screaming resumed.

It wasn't clear if she wanted to listen to his heart or lungs she was just lifting his shirt at random and wouldn't communicate. She did say to me “If he can't calm down I won't be able to assess him.” I said “we're doing the best we can. What can I do to help here?'

She didn't answer.

We got him calmed down again... and again she came at him fast and furious... and he started screaming.

AGAIN she says “if you can't get him quiet I can't assess him.”

I repeat “I'm doing the best I can. Can you tell me what it is you need to do so I can help out.”

No answer.

She had NO bedside manner.

None.

Just gruff, mean, obviously not someone who has a lot of experience with children.

She kicked us out and told us to go to Urgent Care.

We'd been there an hour and a half.

She certainly heard him screaming before we got in there.

If she's not comfortable helping a child who is worked up – JUST TELL US THAT AT THE OUTSET DO NOT WASTE OUR TIME. The clinic says they treat 18 months and up... but this woman clearly cannot treat people who can't be reasoned with or understand directions such as “stop crying.”

I have, of course, sent a scathing email to the minute clinic customer service folks.

We hop in the car and head to urgent care...

We were in and out in 25 minutes... Grant has a double ear infection... BEHIND his ear drums.

Of course, he cried the whole time at urgent care – but they're used to kids there – so they took it in stride.... got done what they needed to get done... and were able to see that, yes, it is an ear infection causing the issue here.

We got him home... brought him to our room... turned on “finding Nemo” and I had those numbing drops in his ears before he knew what hit him.

He stopped crying almost instantly...

We got his medicine in him...

He perked right back to his normal, wonderful, chipper, happy Grant self.

He's now sleeping peacefully in his own bed.

If my mom hadn't been with me... I think I'd be writing this blog on toilet paper in an insane asylum... they would have hauled me away after I went nuts on that cold-hearted NP at CVS. I'm SO thankful that she's here... truly.

So yea, we're having a ball here.

I go to the doctor in the morning.... truly hoping that tomorrow is baby day... but doubt it.

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