Remember how we were trying to avoid giving Monkey any more antibiotics? Well, we made it four days. Three days of a happy Monkey, and one of a miserable Monkey, batting at his ears, howling, looking at us helplessly, a poor tortured soul. By the end of last week, Hubby and I couldn’t stand it anymore and gave in. We started him on his newest round of amoxicillin last Saturday morning, and I’m happy to say he’s doing so much better a week later.
When we took Monkey to his 6-month appointment last Monday, our pediatrician said little infants his age have a hard time getting over ear infections without intervention. Of course, she doesn’t want to put tubes in just yet, but wait and see if the summer months and relief from cold season will alleviate the problems while his ears develop some more. So here we are, waiting again.
As a mom, I really don’t know what the right answer is. And, as I’m learning, neither does anybody else. Life has gotten so much more complicated since Monkey came into our lives, and not just because of the massive time suck that our sweet little offspring imposes. So many sources out there claim to have the answer, yet nobody ever tells you this dirty little secret: most aspects of parenting boil down to opinion, educated guessing, and luck. Only a few cases of certainty exist – you absolutely should vaccinate your child, you should never let your newborn sleep on his/her tummy, don’t feed your 6-month-old a medium-rare beef filet, no matter how adventurous of an eater s/he appears to be.
(Are you kidding me?)
Everything else is a crap shoot. A crap shoot with a little helpless being that depends on you for everything. It’s no wonder us parents wander through life in a haze of exhaustion, stress, and utter confusion. We’re constantly wondering if we’re doing the right thing. And we’re constantly amazed by our children’s development, in spite of our complete ineptitude.