It’s been a busy week, and its only Thursday. Which is actually my Saturday, but…whatever, the week has been long.
I was off for a week for my birthday, but I still sent Pookah to daycare on Monday so that I could get some things done.
I should have guessed how the day would go when I got a random call from daycare around 10 o’clock saying that Pookah had busted his lip running around the cafeteria.
“But don’t worry, he’s fine. We put some ice on it.”
I was a little upset, but honestly, Pookah runs around like he’s crazy all the time. Just no busted lip.
But it was at 4 pm that I got the call I always dread:
“Rose’s Daughter, Could you come pick Pookah up? He’s breaking out.”
As I rush around the house asking questions:
“what did he eat? You know he’s allergic to wheat, what did they give him”
I grab the benadryl, and out the door I rush.
Gratefully, I only live 2 minutes from the daycare.
I got there and he was sitting at the front desk looking miserable. The damn daycare lady had slashed water on his face, thinking it would help.
I snatch my child up, who immediately whimpers and puts his head on my shoulder.
I take a good look, and my worst nightmare is starting:
The hives are everywhere. The lips are swollen……
I give Pookah the Benadryl and go to interrogate the teachers.
What burned me up, and still burns me up right now is that everyone denied seeing anything.
The one disadvantage of the new classroom that they have him in is that it is so large. There are about 24 kids. They can’t watch them all. Pookah doesn’t realize yet that he can’t eat everything. I have empahized over and over and over again that they must WATCH him. But since they’ve never seen an actual full blown reaction, I think they grew a little lax. And plus, this is a new group of teachers.
Well, now they know.
But it didn’t end there!
I got Pookah home and knew right away that the benedryl wasn’t working. I took off his clothes, and noticed that it was spreading down to his groin, and on the tops of his thighs. The hives were now all over his chest, his back. And he was getting worse….the breathing was changing.
I debated, I talked to myself, I thought like a nurse, I thought like a mom, and in the end, I just did it.
I gave Pookah the epi pen.
The epi pen, in cae you didn’t know, is the end all that be all in the land of allergies.
I popped him in the thigh ( after the nurse in me swabbed said thigh with alcohol) and waited.
Yeah he cried a bit, but he was so weak by then that he just ended on a whimper and laid his head back on my shoulder.
And fell asleep a few minutes later.
I called the Pediatrician, who said call 911, who said we’ll send an ambulance, who said he was fine.
All that Drama.
He was fine, back to his old self about 2 hours later.
It seems having an allergic reaction makes you hungry.
The next morning, I immediately called his allergy Dr and got them to fax an offical letter stating that Pookah does have an allergy to wheat, the consequences of what will happen if he eats it, and that he needs Benadryl and the Epi Pen on site.
Basicaly, it was a “if this happens again, I will sue your ass letter.”
I felt better.
And then I worked Tuesday night.
And participated in Comment Hour on Wednesday night.
Mailed off requests for transcripts from undergrad so I can start getting ready to apply to Grad School( yikes!)
Started a new blog on Tumbler called My Life: In Photos. I take so many photos everyday, I thought it would be neat to share random moments in my day.
And in between all of this, trying to plan the baby shower of a friend who has so many issues that all of her friends have given up on her……..
I’m tired folks.
And there’s still a mountain of laundry to fold…….