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Another Runny Ear Day

Our almost-1-and-a-half-year-old had been plagued with ear infections — or at least one persistent one. After fighting the last infection for about 2½ months, we finally got to an ENT who determined tubes would be a good idea. So, just before Christmas, out little one got his first set. All went well, save for the 30 minute tantrum he threw while & after waking up from the anesthesia. (That was remedied with a banana, bread, cheese, and a 4-hour nap.)

Since then, things have been going well. Then a couple days ago, he picked up a cold. His nose started running. And then, his ears.

Gross.

I mean, it’s bad enough having to wipe a goopy nose all day, but it’s 200% worse when you have 2 oozy ears to worry about too. But apparently that means the tubes are doing their trick. Because otherwise that green goo would be stuck in his ears. And surely we wouldn’t want that.

That doesn’t keep me from feeling the urge to puke every time I see a fresh batch of ear snot begging to be wiped from his ear canal.

Tack on the fact that the kid HATES having it done… and we get a grumpy kid.

Colds suck.

3 Comments

  1. Chucka Stone Designs Chucka Stone Designs
    January 6, 2008    

    🙁
    Wish I hadn’t been eating dinner when i read this lol
    I’m with you…icky! Hope it all stops running soon1

  2. artjewl artjewl
    January 7, 2008    

    Sorry ’bout that. Should have posted a biohazard warning in the title.

  3. Ginger Ginger
    January 8, 2008    

    i used to work in geriatrics and i taught sunday school to pre-schoolers…but i am not a mom and i have never, ever seen snot oozing from ears.

    eeewwwww….why do poor little babies get ear infections like that? i’m glad the tubes are doing their job.

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