As if he wasn't hard enough to understand, his swollen tonsils make it practically impossible!

Isaac has spent much of the past 24 hours in a fever induced delirium. The things he says most frequently are: "Mommy, I love you," and "I love my polka dot blanket." Two weeks ago we did a round of amoxicillin, for an ear infection. It didn't seem to do much, and sure enough, on Thursday night the fever came back, and by Friday night he was crying about his ear hurting. I had decided, since the fever was low grade all day on Friday, to wait to take him to the doctor till Monday. I have never regretted a decision more as 6:00 rolled around and he was absolutely miserable, crying about his ear. What followed was twelve hours of no sleep and delirium--for both of us. Isaac "slept" on our love seat, and I "slept" on our couch. He would moan and say "mommy" and "ouchie" and seemed to sleep better if I was touching him. So really, he "slept" on the loveseat, and I kneeled on the floor next to him rubbing his chest. Sometimes we switched it up and he laid squished next to me on the couch, but he was too hot for that. At six I gave up and called it a night, or a morning, as it were.

At ten on the dot we were at the weekend clinic ready for a diagnosis. Adam stayed home from work because he came down with the same junk Isaac had. I decided, as we waited in the office for a solid hour and a half, that the way they decided who to help next was probably a lottery system. When you're in the waiting room, you know who was there before you, and theoretically, when you should get called back. We were called back in the right order, but then I think they just left us there and helped everyone else. I heard a baby crying--no babies were called back before us--and then no crying. I heard people walking up and down the hallway frequently. Doors opening and closing. Isaac gave up and fell asleep on the floor.

Finally, the doctor. We went over all the symptoms, and she strongly indicated that since he had already been on an antibiotic it was no doubt viral, and there was probably nothing they could do. I thought to myself, "If we waited here for an hour and a half, with my poor baby asleep on the floor and you're not going to give me any sort of an answer I will be irate."

Then she looked in his mouth and noticed he has freakishly large Hansen tonsils. One positive strep test, and check of his ears later, we left with a shot in the leg, and a prescription for a different antibiotic. Isaac slept all afternoon. Adam gave in and went to the clinic himself and now has his own antibiotics. We are hopeful that there is sleep in our future.

So I plan to spend my Mother's day being a mom and nursing my peeps back into health.