Hives
I was on my way to Nashville Wednesday morning for my 6 month visit to the breast center when I received a phone call from Liz (who happens to teach at the kid's school). It's super convenient to have a family member at their school, by the way. Rory didn't feel well and had a rash. I briefly considered not picking her up but then thought better of it and turned around.
We went to the doctor for a strep test (sore throat, rash, headache), but it was negative. Two hours later, a massive dose of Benadryl, and a nap later . . . and she was worse. A call to the doctor and a trip to the pharmacy, and she had some steroids.
Which she promptly threw up.
All over Brian's iPad.
Thank heavens for a heavy-duty cover.
(will you hate me if I say that this might only be the second time she's ever thrown up?)
We visited the doctor again this morning (after a night with very little sleep), and she's got a new steroid in her system plus she's been on Benadryl for 24 hours with some Zyrtec on top of that. She's still covered in hives, but I *think* she's doing better.
I have forgotten how high-maintenance this child is when she's sick. We're talking a whole lot of whimpering and tears. And before you think I'm not compassionate, I know she's miserable and I feel horrible for her.
Here's hoping that heavy dose of steroids kicks in quickly so she can get some relief. New hives pop up every time she scratches, and it's impossible to keep her from scratching. Believe me - I've tried!
Asleep at the doctor's office.
Those back dimples kill me. She's had them since she was baby, and I always wondered if they'd stay around.
And this one also kills me. For all their fighting, Camden just could not stay away from her yesterday afternoon. She was camped out on this chair, and he kept kneeling by her or touching her head when he walked by.
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