Carolyn and I were both sick, sick, sick.
The day after Christmas I took Carolyn down to the Convenient Care because I was sure she had an ear infection. After a 2.5 hour wait, the PA looked in her ears, then at me, and said, "Um, mama, there's nothing wrong with this baby. I think you've overreacted."
Overreact THIS, PA!
My baby's been screaming for three days straight.
She said, "Well, maybe she's just teething. She's five months old, mama. They do that kind of stuff at this age."
Ok, number one, for the love of all that's holy, stop calling me mama. Good grief, but why do people think that it's ok to do that? I'm not your mother, am I??
Anyway, since the doctor said so, I just assumed she was teething.
I started trying to shove things in her mouth to relieve her pain.
A frozen wash cloth.
A frozen strawberry.
An ice cube.
A teething ring.
She just spit everything out and continued to cry.
I didn't understand since I was obviously being an outstanding parent.
Until it occurred to me that maybe she wasn't teething at all.
Maybe her stomach hurt.
So, after talking to my sister, I offered her some pear juice to clean her out.
BAM.
Fixed.
The only problem?
Now her spit up has taken on a lovely yellowy-brown color.
The stains on her bib now kind of look like calf scours.
Just so you know.
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