Hard Day

Today was really hard. Yesterday our little girl developed red blotches on her hands.  I called ask a nurse thinking that it was maybe a reaction to the antibiotic that she was put on for an ear infection on Friday or a reaction to a new shirt with a decal  (Oh I do love last minute trip to the walk in clinic for a fever of 103).  The nurse wasn’t sure and brought up the idea of hand, foot, and mouth disease.  We checked her feet and she had a few dots on them.  As the afternoon progressed, the feet blotches caught up to her hands.  She also had a few blotches on her butt.  We cancelled a gathering just in case she was contagious. 

Today we got a late in the day appointment to see girlie’s primary care physician and waited.  We parents weren’t freaking out as little girl has been in a good mood for the most part.  Tired and not eating the best, we also suspect she is getting some teeth because she has been chewing. 

Well, we get in and the doctor does not find sores in girlie’s mouth which means it is not hand, foot, and mouth disease (which is awesome).  The doctor decides he would like to check little one’s red blood cell count because blotches like hers can signal a low red blood cell count.  So the doctor says that and panic hits.  My eyes must have flashed this because the doctor then says not to worry.

Plus, apparently with little ones you get to wait around for blood results which is good because then parents don’t go home and freak out. So the actual taking of the blood left both myself and little one crying. 

Minus, my child hates to be restrained for any reason so restraint with a finger poke and lots of pressure was ridiculous.  After blood was taken, she pretty much screamed for the next half hour while we waited for the results.  She only wanted to be held and for most of it by only mom. 

Well, her blood work came back normal.  Her red blood count was good and her white blood cell count was normal.  Her ears are also clear.  The thought is that girlie had a reaction to the antibiotic.  So the reaction should subside over a few days and we just need to keep an eye on her in case anything changes now that we have stopped the meds.

I then had to run off to class for a little bit.  Thank the good lord that my students are understanding.  I had pushed back my class start time so I could go to the appointment and it ran much later so I then had to push back class again (thank goodness for summer school and text messaging). 

Hubby got little miss home and fed (as much as she would eat) and I got home just in time to help get her to bed. 

We then got parents got need a break tacos.  We shall spend are our evening being thankful that this was just one tough day and that all will be well (by reading books and playing video games). 

Pooptastrophe

It has been a long time since I have thought about the word Pooptastrophe.  That was the phrase that my husband and I coined when our daughter was very little and we would have a messy diaper and that would go everywhere.  Most true pooptastrophes end with a child being held at arms length in a shower,  a child being bathed, or possibly both parent and child needing a bath.  Pooptastrophe has been a word of the past since the start of solid foods.  That is, until today.

Today I stepped in poop.  You might think, why on earth did your cat poop on the floor?  But it was not cat poop.  Oh no, we had a pooptastrophe.  Apparently, little miss had such a large messy poop that it came out of the top of her diaper and landed on the floor.  Which I then stepped in.  I then screamed for husband.  I explained the situation.  He had the gall to ask me if I had gotten a new diaper yet.  I retorted that since I was still cleaning poop off of my foot, I had not gone anywhere yet.
After wiping a smile off of his face, he took care of cleaning up toddler while I took care of my foot and the floor.

It is almost funny to me now.  Still disgusting, but almost funny.  I think I laugh to keep from hurling...

Ahhh Summer

Well, I survived the semester.  It was a rough ending.  Definitely need to remind myself to compare the due dates in my syllabi.  My large papers were all due on the same day which was a bad call on my part.  Next semester my Health Psychology and Social Psychology courses are bigger (at least 20) so I'm going to need be a little more careful. 
The official verdict on my lungs is using an inhaler before strenuous exercise.  My breathing is weird, but not bad enough to warrant an asthma diagnosis.  So far that seems to be doing the trick, but I go back to spin next week so we will see how it holds up.  Hubby and I have officially joined the YMCA so we can go swimming while little one gets to go to drop off day care.  I think she is going to be super excited.  My husband might have a heart attack though.  He's so adorable. 
Last week was horrendous.  There was the stress of starting summer school and family issues.  I hope to never have to feel that way again.
Now things are moving back to normal.  I am enjoying my fancy new kindle fire.  I'm totally impressed with myself because I learned how to thwart itunes to load video to the kindle via a convertor.  It's been a long time since I have felt that accomplished with winning at a nerdy thing :o)