Strep Throat.
Monday I had to take Ethan to the doctor because he started running a fever the night before and he was complaining that his was throat hurting. I mean this kid was pitiful. He never sits still and quite; he is usually up talking, running, jumping, and of course breaking things. Yay. So when none of these were taking place, it was time to go.
When we finally got called back to our room, the nurse had to swab Ethan’s throat for Strep. He very cooperatively opened his mouth an allowed her to take her sample…until she poke the back of his throat. He pulled back and began screaming and crying. In between clinching his mouth shut and crying, he would open up for brief seconds to tell us “no” and to “stop”. Though I wished we were all done, the nurse didn’t get a good sample because he pulled away so fast.
Poor kid.
Because of his sheer terror and lack of cooperation, the nurse had to whip out the tongue depressor.
Thankfully, the rest of our visit proved to be uneventful.
But the kid did have strep…and early case, but nonetheless it’s strep.
I grabbed our prescription and ran.
Oh the memories I am left with as a parent.
Priceless!
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