Ear Infection Numero Uno Has Arrived

The first ear infection has arrived :(

Growing up, my dad used to say, "Tianna, we do things big in the Ugarte household or we don't do them at all. Go big or go home." My dad, or "Senior" as my brother's friends call him, usually said this statement whenever my parents were throwing some big event/party. My mother could never throw an average get together whether it was my grandparent's 50th anniversary party (which ended up being not just a renewal of vows, but an entire new wedding) or a Christmas Eve get-together (she literally takes all of her household decorations down and all new decorations go up). My wedding, believe me, was no exception but I'll chat about that another time.

Anyhow, Trent has inherited this "go big or go home" motto because he has come down with not one ear infection but two!

He has been particularly fussy over the last few days... waking up about 6-7 times a night (once he's down for the night, the kid normally doesn't wake up for a good 12 hours), a runny nose, a low-grade fever, and he's been sticking his little finger as far into his ear as possible. This morning, he woke up for good about an hour earlier than normal and when I picked him up out of his crib, I couldn't help but laugh. The poor child had dried boogers all over his face (forehead, upper lip, nose, you name it). After laughing, my heart broke for him as snot oozed out of his little pug nose.

Off to the the doctor we went. On a side-note, Trent has the world's best pediatrician. She is sweet, caring, gentle, fabulous with kid's and she lets me talk her poor ear off every time we see her. She is from Gardnerville and Mark even had her dad as a coach in high school. Point being, she's the best. Thus, after Trent calmed down from his full-body meltdown upon seeing the nurse due to what I can only assume was a fear of getting another shot, the good doctor inspected my bear cub's ears. She confirmed that both ears had puss in them so he is now on antibiotics.

Upon hearing that my little man was, indeed, sick, I felt bad about getting mad at him for literally expelling poop-soup out of his tiny dimpled bum, down his legs and onto my clean floors on the way to the bath last night! I also felt horrible at laughing at his booger speckled face this morning. Now that he is, fingers crossed, on the mend, I promise to be a loving mother and laugh no further. I will not wince when he wipes his snotty face on my shoulder nor will I get grossed out when he hands me a big green booger. Super mom is on duty!

As I typed that last sentence, Trent walked up to me with another booger drenched face, except this time, the snot was reaching his lips.....so, I had to laugh.

Now, I'm done laughing.....I promise ;)