So it looks like I'm as bad at keeping an LJ as I am at keeping a real paper journal! It's funny looking back at my last post, when M. said "no" for the first time. Well, we are lucky parents as it turns out one of her favorite (of now 50+) words is "yes." Well, "yeah." She answers every question anyone asks with one of the two, even if it has nothing to do with her. Cute little bugger.
So much has happened in my life since then I think I will have to make a list in my next post. For now, a little bit about my eventful day today. Last night the poor little bear got croup for the second time in less than a month. Last time she was wheezing so badly we ended up taking our first trip to the E.R. This time, there was more barking, less wheezing, so we lasted the night and she actually got a decent amount of sleep. We spent the morning at the doctor's office and poor thing has a double ear infection in addition to croup! We are hoping that explains why she's been sleeping so badly the last 10 days or so. Most nights she's been waking up ever 45-60 minutes and snorklewacker and I are like the undead.
So, mid-afternoon, I'm home sitting with her on the couch watching our current favorite video, "Signing Time Vol. 1" (when she's sick we break the one-video-a-day rule) and my neck starts itching. REALLY itching. I'm wearing a new sweater (though it's been washed and I've worn it once before), and when my face starts itching too, I decide to go up and change it. My face is really hot at this point. I changed my sweater and looked in the mirror and I am BEET RED. I have never seen my face so red, except maybe that time in high school I got sun poisoning. The itching and heat is getting worse and spreading down my back. I take a full adult dose worth of baby Benadryl (icky, but it's all we have in the house). I call my dad, a doctor in VA. As I'm talking to him, my throat starts to feel funny. He tells me to get off the phone and call 911. It's really hard not to panic when you're home alone with a toddler and your breathing passage is closing up. So I call 911, then J., the paramedics come, and just as they're arriving the Benadryl finally kicks in. Three super nice southern gentlemen are my paramedics and they hook me up to monitoring stuff, but we can all tell that the crisis is abating. They don't end up having to do anything, but wait for J. to get home and instruct him to take me to my doctor ASAP. Because it was so late in the day, I couldn't get anyone to see me this afternoon, but under Dad's instructions I'm taking Benadryl every 6 hours and will see the doctor tomorrow.
The especially scary thing about this is we don't know what I reacted to. I didn't do anything unusual today. All I'd had to eat was stuff I eat every day. I took some Aleve, which I've had a zillion times before. I also stuck my finger in M.'s amoxicillin to see if it was the same bubble-gum flavor as before, and I think this is the most likely contender. I haven't taken it in years, and this is the third time she's had it. Each time I've done the finger test.
Well, hopefully the Dr. will help me figure it out, and give me an Epi-pen just in case. Time for another dose of Benadryl and bed!