Because we hadn't had enough this week, Friday morning we went to the ENT just to make sure Collin doesn't have an ear infection and that his tiny ear canals and snorty throat don't pose a problem. Turns out everything looks fine except that there may be some fluid behind his ears that could be muffling his hearing somewhat. The words "put in tubes" got thrown out there, at which point I said something to the effect of "Whoa there, partner. We've got bigger fish to fry." So, we'll reassess in a couple of months.
The most interesting part of the visit was when the doctor used this fancy tool that really looked like tiny torture devices used under a magnifying glass to clear out Collin's earwax (and there was a lot of it surprisingly) and see through the tiny space to the eardrum. The nurse had to hold Collin's head very still while I held his arms and stabilized his body. I'm not sure if it was the feeling of something cold in his ear or that he has always hated to be held down, but after a few minutes of it, I started to see his bottom lip come out and his brow furrow. And then he cried. It was a strange cry, like it was coming from far away, but it was definitely Collin's cry. Now, I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I have barely heard a sound out of Collin for almost a month because of the Topamax and he stopped crying altogether soon after he went on it, so I was bizarrely thrilled to hear this. On the other hand, I figured it must be pretty awful to make him react like that, considering that he got stuck in every limb of his body yesterday and didn't make a peep. Everybody (because Collin is some kind of magnet for medical office staff) kept commenting on how well he was doing since they're used to typical baby cries, and one well-meaning lady wanted to talk to me about how beautiful he was while I was holding my child down and looking at his distressed little red face. Apparently I didn't do a good job of keeping my feelings off of my face, because that didn't last long.
Things got considerably better after this point: leisurely lunch with Collin's uncle and grandfather, long Collin-and-Mama nap on the couch, and the first walk riding in the stroller like a big boy! Hooray for weekends!
Side Note: Kyle was very concerned about the move from the carseat to the stroller seat because A) don't we need to be able to see him? and B) there's nothing to protect him from dogs this way. What a great and entertaining daddy.