Crikey what a day.
I was all set to blog about my experiences with Crest White Strips and eyebrow waxing kits but I'm just too tuckered out. Daughter developed a case of mystery hives yesterday. By nightfall, she was as swollen as a blowfish and even her eyes had giant puffy red hives on them. I called the pediatrician who suggested I give her Benadryl and keep an eye on her that night. He said to bring her into the office in the morning if the rash was still there. But if she started to wheeze or have trouble breathing I was to call 911. So I put daughter between us and "slept" with one eye open all night long.
I called the pediatrician again this morning to report that daughter's swelling was continuing and to ask, "Do I go to the ER or wait 2 more hours for his office to open?". He again suggested I call the office at 9am and make an appointment. To which I replied, "Dude, my ass is going to be sitting on the floor outside your office at 9am." I really did say that. But I don't think he was too shocked since last time I was there I had a sick, crying child on each knee. When he came in the door I announced, "Dude, I'm not leaving here without antibiotics!". Dude.
So the poor girl is loaded up with oral steroids and slowly getting better. But God bless it, toddler 'roid rage. If she drops her sippy cup she gives me the stare down as if to say, "M'f'ker I'm not picking that up." But oh darl'n what a day for her. The doc thinks it was the antibiotics, but since she was in DAYCARE the day she broke out in hives I am convinced that the daycare lady poured red dye down her throat all day. But to play it safe I watched the pharmacist type in a Penicillin Alert into his computer at the Target Pharmacy.
I'm now going to try to muster up some energy to go upstairs and sweep up the canister of banana puffs she dumped on the floor when she saw me coming toward her with pajamas in my hand. Promise I'll blog about how I retched all over the computer while trying to whiten my smile tomorrow.