Friday, November 21, 2008
Last week, I noticed Cason was running a fever, so I called a made an appt. with the doctor. And then I promptly canceled it because I just didn't feel like messing with it. I had too much other stuff going on. Like buying these and these for Kendall. And trying to figure out if Ashlee Simpson-Wentz had that baby yet and I somehow missed it. Because as much as I want to smack her, I also knew that her baby would be named something totally ghey. And I was once again proven correct. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, back to Cason. And then I mentioned here that he was clearly sick. I finally gave in (after he ran a 103 temp on Wednesday) and took him in. The doc diagnosed him with a "massive, raging ear infection." I'm not sure if that is a true medical term. I suppose I could look it up on webmd.
I don't know. There's this whole doctor issue that I just can't seem to figure out. I don't want to be one of those o.p.p.s ( over protective parents) that we all laugh at. You know, the ones that take the kid to urgent care as soon as he coughs (Yes! There really are people that do that! I know some of them personally!); the parent that has a running antibiotic prescription for every time the kid has a runny nose; the parent that thinks the child must be near death if he has a barking cough (yeah, Cason has had the barking cough several times).
But then I hate that I let my own neuroses get in the way of my child needing actual medical attention. I guess it's just to have a happy medium between the two. Follow my instinct as a mom (which at times tell me to ignore the barking cough and go on drinking my half hot chocolate/double mocha from Seven Eleven and reading a People magazine) and be vigilant in observing my own kids.
Sigh. Parenting is hard, y'all.