A baby! On a plane!

Once our son turned one, he started sharing more of himself with us.  I don't know why this is, but since his big B-Day have managed to catch every single virus his little hands get into his mouth.

We are now on the third virus in six months to totally knock me out.

I don't know why this is.  When he was an infant I never caught his germs.  Now, all bets are off.  I guess I'm powerless against his germy kisses.

This is a long way of saying that I've been terribly sick while busy blowing noses, humidifying rooms (yes, I was just complaining about the humidity - I KNOW), and calling the pediatrician in the middle of the night.  Because he's developed an ear infection along with his cold.

Poor little thing.  I've never seen him in so much pain.  It seems like the antibiotics are taking a while to work.

On top of the heartbreak of seeing him scream in agony night after night, I am in a state of perpetual anxiety because we are supposed leave for our vacation on Sunday.  The tickets were purchased months ago - and we probably won't be able to change them if we need to. 

The tickets for an 8 hour plane journey to Austria.

(A baby!  On a plane!  With an ear infection!)

It's the most cruel and terrifying thing I can think of.  And it's not going to happen.  If he's still sick on Sunday, we'll have to cancel.  Ouch.

We're not giving up without a fight.  We're fighting his cold/ear infection/fever with all the Pediacare, Infant's Advil and Amoxil we can scrounge in the greater Boston area.  The baby is sick and tired of swallowing sickly sweet medicine.  But he has to.  He can't be in pain forever - he needs to get better.  Soon.

Because we so need this three-week vacation.* 

When will we learn?  What's the point of planning in advance when you have a little one?

*We're visiting family!**  We're going to Vienna!  We're staying in wine country!  I'm dragging my husband to Salzburg and Schonbrun!

**Free babysitting!  Now you see why WE HAVE TO GO.