I must say, it was awfully scary to see how quickly things went downhill for Baby, but at the same time, I'm so relieved at how lucky we are that it's not worse. Baby is home with us, not in a hospital, he's responding well to the ear drops and antibiotics for his ear infection, and Motrin is keeping his fever at bay thus far.
The first several hours after diagnosis, but before medicine, were awfully difficult. Baby was just inconsolable, just wanted me and to be on top of me, mainly. We turned on the TV after the visit to the pediatrician, which is a luxury for him because we don't let him watch it much, but it seemed to be the only thing that would distract him from how he felt. He had zero interest in talking or playing, and was so tired that at one point he fell asleep on me. He hasn't done that since he was a tiny infant. And as much as I enjoyed being that close to him again, it was ridiculously uncomfortable, now that he's 20 pounds bigger than he was back then.
Once we got him started on the various medications and he was able to keep them down, things brightened considerably. This morning, he has been much, much better, albeit tired and definitely still cranky. But he actually wanted to play. He wanted to walk around, he wanted to play with his toys, so that was a big relief. I'm certainly hoping the worst is over, and that Husband and I can manage to stay healthy, so cross your fingers for us. I'll keep you guys posted throughout our quarantine, and then hopefully things can get back to normal!