Thursday night was a rough night for Mitchell. He didn't sleep well and he was coughing. Then his nose was running. He was not running a fever, so he still went to daycare. When Dave picked him up, they said he'd been coughing during his nap and his nose was running. We went to dinner with our neighbors and for the most part, he seemed fine, but there were times that he was clingy or when he would lay his head on my chest.
As we were leaving the restaurant, our neighbors wanted Bruster's ice cream and we couldn't resist. Mitchell didn't feel warm and he was acting like he felt fine. Bruster's has a free kids cone that is pretty tiny, so the neighbor got a chocolate cone for Mitchell.
At first, he seemed to just think it was something to carry around. He was precariously holding it in one hand and kind of waving it around as he ran around. We finally got him to sit down and tried to get him to eat some of it. He would touch his lips to the ice cream and then (almost like a lizard) stick his tongue out multiple times to get the ice cream off his lips. He didn't eat much of it before he was off running around again. Inevitably, the ice cream fell off the cone. But he didn't seem all that upset. He squatted beside the ice cream to study it as it melted on the hot pavement.
He was also showing off his jumping skills while we were at Bruster's. It's pretty funny to see a toddler learn to jump from a standing position. They put so much into the jump and they don't get very far off the ground.
When we left there, we decided to go to the children's urgent care center. We didn't want to end up in the ER like we did last month. He pitched a fit during triage. He wouldn't let go of me so they could weigh him. So I was the lucky one who stood on the scale with him and then got weighed on my own to see how much he weighed. It was in kilograms, so I have no idea how much he weighed. They wanted to go ahead and give him some Motrin and of course he pitched a fit again. He probably ran off several patients with his blood curdling screaming. He wasn't running a fever, which was good.
So we go back out to the waiting room and Mitchell is having a ball running around and playing in a playhouse that they have set up. We both start wondering if he's even really sick. Finally we go back to see the doctor and she proclaims that both ears are "flaming red". He must have a high tolerance for pain! So they gave him a dose of antibiotic, a steroid and some Benadryl to help with the cough he had. Unlike our ER visit, we get home at a decent hour.
I guess since he didn't get to the point of running a fever, that has made a difference in how he's been acting. Before, he would lay around and you could tell he felt bad. It didn't get to that point this time. We were glad we went ahead to the doctor and got it diagnosed before it did end up getting worse.
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