Scream if you love Mommy

We're halfway. Halfway through this damned posting-every-day-crap.

I am growing weary. But I shall overcome!

We were supposed to take an infant CPR class tonight. But Mr. Sickie had other plans for us.

He woke up from his afternoon nap early and he was scaaa-ream-ing. There was no comforting. The boob did a good job, but as soon as I tried putting him back in the crib, the screaming resumed. There was general fussiness all day and I was suspecting an ear infection.

Thankfully, a friend of Josh's parents is a retired Ear Nose and Throat doctor, so we asked if he might take a look in Jack's ears and see what was up.

He didn't see any infections, but said his eardrum was slightly pushed in and there was a teeny bit of fluid, but nothing that should be causing a fever or the screamfests.

So now I am down to two choices: either he really is teething this time OR he's just a general crankybutt.

Because I don't see any sign of white bumps on the gums, I might have to go with the latter. And isn't that pleasant?

So because we had to drive him hither and yon to have the ears inspected, we did not make it back in time for the CPR class. I was certified many moons ago, when I was working at a kiddie pool one summer, but Josh has no background in this.

Our pediatrician has been after us to take a class, so we finally followed directions and then we were thwarted! So hopefully Jack won't choke on anything in the next few weeks before we can take another class.

But if he does, at least we'll know his ears are infection-free when it happens.