It's a DOUBLE ear infection. Poor little dude.
Last night was a flashback to BubTar's baby days. Although he is the resident healthy kid around these parts, as a baby he had chronic ear infections. He never presented typically, though, his only symptoms were night waking and vomiting. The vomiting usually took place in OUR bed, as luck would have it. Oh, the sleepless nights! Oh, the laundry! Oh, the mattress scrubbing! Oh, the bad TV that is on at 3am while walking a cranky baby! Thankfully, he outgrew them right around his second birthday and this is the first one (or rather two) since then. We have not missed the ear infections. Not one bit.
Our dear son climbed into our bed around two in the morning, tossing and turning, crying out about both his ears. He couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep no matter what we tried, and it wasn't time for more medicine yet. So we accepted our defeat turned on the bedroom TV and let him watch cartoons until he could have more medicine and felt well enough to sleep. (Thank God for Noggin! And Boomerang! YAY FOR 24 HOURS OF CARTOONS!) It was a long night. Josh ended up fleeing to the sofa at some point, so he could get enough sleep for work today. And even after BubTar was ready to sleep, he kept trying to stick his hands and feet under me, or twirl my hair, or lay his head on top of mine, or roll his entire body over me, so that sleep flitted around me like a butterfly, never still long enough for me to grab hold of it. Did I mention it was a long night? Because, yes. It was. Just like the olden days.