It started out super normal and slightly boring, as most Tuesdays seem to blend in. As usual Dane called on his break and tried his usual convincing "outdoors speech" (this may sound lazy, but being 11 weeks pregnant with a one year old is exhausting, and the last thing I want to do most days is take him outdoors where he has endless space to run, and I have to follow.)
I was feeling particularly blah, so i decided to treat my baby and take him out into the blessed sunshine.
Ten minutes into playing I had to pee (really, its my new hobby) and so I scooped him up and locked him in the bathroom with me. I noticed his eye was red, but he was rubbing it and so I just figured some dirt got in there or something.
We went back out and I took him for ride in his cozy coupe. On the way back to our yard, I looked down at him and his entire face and neck was broken out in a patchy red rash, his nose was running, eyes were watering...obviously an allergic reaction. I took him inside and attempted to give him bendryl, which he refused. His doctor office advised me to bring him in immediately. I tried to stay calm, but it was pretty scary.
They rushed him right back, listened to his breathing and thank goodness he wasn't wheezing or having trouble breathing. We saw his regular doctor, which never happens for a walk in. I love him, so I was very grateful. He couldn't determine the cause because Slade had been out in the yard a million times, with no issues. He ate basically the same breakfast and snack he does daily. So he ordered dreaded bloodwork.
If you've never had to go through this, consider yourself lucky. They make you sit in a chair, holding your child down while they dig around in their arm with a needle looking for a vein. Meanwhile, your innocent little angel is screaming. You can almost hear them say "Mommy help me!" but Slade kept crying "da da da da!" which could be either of us...we're both "dada".
The stupid lady couldn't find a vein, or his were rolling...I'm not sure because she wouldn't communicate with me. She called in reinforcements to hold him down. At this point I was beyond done. Hormonal and scarred for life. They finally decided to prick his finger to draw blood into SIX viles. The entire process took about 30 minutes but it felt like hours. The other nurse kept shaking a stuffed frog 2 inches from his face, and I kept pushing it away. It obviously wasn't helping and who the heck wants a nasty toy shoved in their face while their screaming & crying?! She wasn't getting the memo and I was getting HOT.
I ran away from there as fast as possible and didn't look back. I'm hoping it was just a fluke. We won't know any results until next week.
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