Seems like Sam has developed eye slight eye infection. This was evident on Sunday morning due the fact that his left eye was full of gunky yellow…well gunk. This had us on the phone with Infosanté, a super helpful, free and parent calming 24 hour telephone line that connects you directly to a registered nurse with infinite patience. After we asked her about 20 questions in one breath, she calmly told us that the problem Sam was having is normal as the tear ducts of infants are not fully developed and can get infected easily due to bacteria getting caught in the under developed tear duct.
She then tells us that we should clean his eye often with sterile gauze and boiled water (that has been cooled…fool me once!…just kidding 
) and that we should put little mittens on him to stop him from gouging his own eye out, which babies will do because they are crazy little humans 
So now Sam looks like a gunky-eyed boxer.
Long story short, Sunday night 11 pm, Sam wakes us up for a bottle and now his eye is not only gunky, but has some nice complementary swelling as well. 
So off to the 24 hours pharmacy I go! And, of course, the damn thing isn’t next door, its about 20 minutes away. I get there and talk to the pharmacist, who looks as tired as I am to be there, and get the medicine. Then as I walk out I notice that if you’re in a pharmacy late night, you generally fit into one of the two following groups of people:
- Fathers, out on that emergency run to get that miracle “make baby happy” drug fix while the Moms are at home dealing with the squirt…or
- Teens, dropping in to pickup a love glove on their way to the siesta barn for a little somethin’ somethin’ that will eventually get them back to the pharmacy but as a member of group number 1
Group number #2 was confirmed by the fact that all the dudes hovering around the rubber aisle inside were evenly matched as to the number of cars outside with a Chiquita sitting in the passenger seat waiting for her chosen one. It was pretty funny.
Getting back home and applying the meds to Sammy’s pirate-eye was a relief as he seemed more comfortable and less inclined to send his parents out shopping for an eye patch and hook. As I write this, its been almost a full 48 hours since the medicine treatments began, his eye is almost back to normal. Woot!
A happy baby once again means life is good until the next late night excursion!
