I noticed a bug bite near Charlie's eye while he was finishing breakfast this morning. I didn't think anything of it, except that it was weird that he got a mosquito bite in January, inside the house, while he was sleeping. Then I noticed another one on his wrist. I wondered if there were more, so I unzipped his fuzzy footy pajamas.
Is that the most pitiful picture you've ever seen?
When I showed the spots to my parents there were twice as many as there had been twenty minutes earlier and the original spots had gotten bigger and redder.
The doctor (the weekend doctor) was able to see us by 9:00 (it's Saturday, I love our pediatrician's office). We arrived a few minutes early despite me getting so involved in the story I was telling Ryan about my friend from Little Gym who drives a Mercedes and has the coolest name ever (Challah) that I drove right past the exit for the doctor's office. The nurse asked me what medications he's on and I told her about his antibiotic as Ryan lifted him off the scale, pulling up his shirt and exposing his poor blotchy belly (which again looked much worse than it had before). The nurse said "Ooh, I think he's allergic to his antibiotic!" The doctor agreed and checked his ears. Nothing else from the penicillin family for him! Ever!
I told the doctor that Charlie had had chronic ear infections and mentioned the appointment with the ENT on Thursday. The doctor then made a crack about how he thinks tubes are used too quickly now (uh, did I even mention tubes?) and then added "but I don't know his history so you guys can talk to his normal doctor about that." I wanted to say "Well, his 'history' is that he's had ear infections continuously since early October. The first one was resistant to amoxicillin, omnistat, and augmentin (or five weeks total of oral antibiotics) and was finally cured by having six shots in his legs over a period of three days. He had another ear infection two weeks later that took two rounds of antibiotics, and another one three weeks after that. And now an entire class of antibiotics has been eliminated for use by him due to an allergy. But, you know, we haven't tried acupuncture or leeches yet so I guess we are jumping the gun. Thank you weekend doctor who's never seen my son before!"
(Ryan doesn't understand why this guy bugged me so much. I think it was the "Well OKAAAY..." nature of his comment, the way he said it so smugly with his face in Charlie's chart. Like he was just waiting to say "I told you so.")
Anyway. Ears are better now. No more penicillins. He's itchy but happy. He scarfed an entire "blueberry spelt" muffin (gluten free! South is a funny town) when we took him out for breakfast and the playground at the hippy grocery store downtown.