Medical crisis

Last weekend, Nolan came down with a bad cold. It started with a barking cough on Friday. By Saturday night, he was running a fever and vomiting (really sorry about your recliner and carpet, Mom!). By Tuesday, he was doing well enough that I sent him back to school. He's still been coughing but not as much. 

Yesterday was Friday again. Nolan seemed fine all day but completely fell apart overnight. I lost track of how many times he got up. He's normally the type who falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow and he sleeps soundly all night long. So this was truly out of character. He seemed miserable. His ear hurt. Next time he got me up, it was his throat. Next time, he thought he was going to vomit. 

I called his doctor at 8:30. The office has a few Saturday appointments available if you are sick and I managed to snag one. I had to wake up Nolan to get him to his 10:30 appointment. He cried most of the way there. He fell asleep on the examining table while we waited for the doctor. His amusing personality was no where to be seen. 

The boys see the female doctor at the practice but it wasn't her Saturday to work, so we met her partner. He was very kind and patient with Nolan, who was having a tough time following directions and answering questions. The doctor was asking Nolan about his cough and his ears then he reached down to massage Nolan's stomach. 

At this, he finally got a reaction out of Nolan, who gasped loudly and sat up straight. Both the doctor and I were concerned with his reaction. Dr Shearer asked if Nolan's stomach hurt. Nolan's response? "Dude, no! Your hands are freezing!"

The doctor got a good laugh out of that and said he had gotten a glimpse of what my Nolan is normally like. 

Turns out Nolan has a double ear infection, which totally explains his misery. I'm hoping he is feeling better tomorrow. 

And for inquiring minds, my nearly 7-year-old tips the scales at 44.5 pounds and a little over 45 inches tall. He is such a peanut.