So today my three year old broke out in hives that migrated from his lower back (just after breakfast) to his torso, chest and head (where they currently still remain.) I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out what it is (Acute Urticaria) but goodness, does the madness never end?! (We did take him in to a doctor btw. They said there was nothing other than Benadryl to do about it, which we had already done.)
Really. Life with children is never truly boring! It’s full of mysteries (“What did he eat that could have caused this rash, that offensive aftermath or the malodorous emission?”), intrigue (“Who is responsible for this large gash in the wall?!” or from today, “Who dumped water all over my printer/copier/scanner?!” or the question of the ages, “What in the name of all that is holy is that smell?!”) and excitement — if you consider long nights in the ER and lunchless afternoons wasted away in a walk-in clinic waiting room excitement that is.
Oh and pleasures too — I mean, I swear I am not the slightest bit biased when I tell you that my two year old is the cutest child that ever walked the earth (don’t even try to talk me out of this… your efforts will be in vain!) and my heart expands by several centimeters and I start lactating and ovulating and reconsidering the possibility of gestating every time I see him do or say something wonderfully new or funny or sweet or brave or even crazy. And that’s just the tip of the ice burg of course.
Really. Anyone who thinks motherhood is truly boring must be smoking rancid hamster shavings.
Looking forward to getting back to our crazy mixed up version of normal real soon because this crazy mixed up version of abnormal is really not doin’ anything for me, ya know?!
Late night update:
Little guy is at the ER with Dad right now. He came down with a fever on top of the rash, which is now all over his whole body (except his back, strangely enough). Please pray for him. :^( Thanks!