The Canker

And the saga continues....

Conner has been one to catch Strep throat at a drop of a hat. He gets it at least once a year. It wasn't a surprise when we got a call from the doctor informing us he had come down with it once again. When this happens, we make great efforts to close him in our bedroom and keep him away from all the healthy ones in the household. Even with Conner tucked away in his temporary bubble, we are still very cautious for anything that might give us the slightest inclination one of the other kids had caught the miserable sickness.

Is wasn't long before Zander started to complain that his mouth was hurting. He would point to his mouth and scream very loudly, "My mouth hurts!!! I need to hold you!!!!" Being the sympathetic parents we are, immediately we pick him up and showered him with attention and pity.... this would be the same thing we did with him when he hurt his toe.
We continued to play the waiting game... waiting for the fever, a reason to rush to the doctor's office, begging for some antibiotics to get him better and attempt to avoid anymore sickness throughout our home. We waited... and waited... and waited. His screaming persisted, but the fever never became present. With confused looks, we tried to figure out what was going on. That night, we gave Zander some ibuprofen in hopes he wouldn't feel the pain of his throat, and go to sleep. Just like with the toe, he would wake up in the middle of the night in crying sobs telling us that his mouth hurt. Yet, when morning came, there still was no fever to be felt. We began to get curious. When he would cry with pain, he never pointed to his throat, it was always to his mouth. He went to Grandma's house with a bag of ibuprofen, some Airbourne, and explanation that we weren't sure what he had, but with the pain he seemed to be in, we were sure it had to be something serious. We asked her to watch him throughout the day and call if anything serious happened.
Well.... Grandma figured out what the problem was. It wasn't his throat, it was a tiny little canker sore on the bottom of his lower lip. Leave it to Grandma to figure out such a simple problem... and a simple solution. She went to the store to purchase him some Anbesol. It was a quick way to stop the pain. He seemed content. It was funny though, because he would continue to use his canker pain as a way to get some attention. What can I say, he is a smart kid. The screaming quickly ended when he realized his canker issues weren't going to get him much attention. He was back to his usual self before the week was over. The house was happy once again!!! Well, that is until the dinosaur incident....