CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
Speaking of adventures, holy crap this weekend.
Thursday or Friday I made some homemade hummus. My wife gives him a taste, and he makes it very clear he wants more... not a moment from now, now. So that was dinner Friday.
I'm at hackathon on Saturday and I get a call. Mind you, my wife HATES talking on the phone, so its always something at least vaguely important when she calls. "Hi, I'm trying not to freak out but he has hives all over the backs of his arms and legs, can you come home?"
Ok, sure.
Get home, he has these angry looking hives but he's playing on his mat, smiling at me, and just being himself. I check the net, and its basically telling me to give him a cool bath and make sure he doesn't have trouble breathing, which he does not. No big deal.
My wife wisely calls our pediatrician. "Do you have a car? If not call 911, but if you do, get him to the urgent care pediatric facility in Bayside. Have someone in the backseat monitor his breathing" Holy crap. My wife is the only one that drives in this family, and she's also freaking out. Wait a second... CREAMYGOODNESS has to be the cooler head here?! This is bad. So we drive 30 minutes on the Grand Central to Bayside and park in front of this really pretty facility right next to a Tony Roma's Italian Eatery.
By the time we get him to the doctor, of course, the hives are gone. The phone pics we have were helpful to Doctor Su (by the way... Dr. Su was pretty cute. Don't look at me like that.) We've risked a distracted head-on collision to be told to take 5mg of baby Benadryl if it comes back, plus SG is not even a little bit thrilled to have his temperature taken. He does, however, seem to like flirting with all the nurses, and Dr. Su. That's my boy.
We breathe a sigh of relief and take advantage of the huge suburbs-style grocery store in that mini-mall complex and head home... only to find he has soiled his clothes completely. Which he will continue to do throughout the weekend.
I'm spent... can only imagine how my wife feels.
Thursday or Friday I made some homemade hummus. My wife gives him a taste, and he makes it very clear he wants more... not a moment from now, now. So that was dinner Friday.
I'm at hackathon on Saturday and I get a call. Mind you, my wife HATES talking on the phone, so its always something at least vaguely important when she calls. "Hi, I'm trying not to freak out but he has hives all over the backs of his arms and legs, can you come home?"
Ok, sure.
Get home, he has these angry looking hives but he's playing on his mat, smiling at me, and just being himself. I check the net, and its basically telling me to give him a cool bath and make sure he doesn't have trouble breathing, which he does not. No big deal.
My wife wisely calls our pediatrician. "Do you have a car? If not call 911, but if you do, get him to the urgent care pediatric facility in Bayside. Have someone in the backseat monitor his breathing" Holy crap. My wife is the only one that drives in this family, and she's also freaking out. Wait a second... CREAMYGOODNESS has to be the cooler head here?! This is bad. So we drive 30 minutes on the Grand Central to Bayside and park in front of this really pretty facility right next to a Tony Roma's Italian Eatery.
By the time we get him to the doctor, of course, the hives are gone. The phone pics we have were helpful to Doctor Su (by the way... Dr. Su was pretty cute. Don't look at me like that.) We've risked a distracted head-on collision to be told to take 5mg of baby Benadryl if it comes back, plus SG is not even a little bit thrilled to have his temperature taken. He does, however, seem to like flirting with all the nurses, and Dr. Su. That's my boy.
We breathe a sigh of relief and take advantage of the huge suburbs-style grocery store in that mini-mall complex and head home... only to find he has soiled his clothes completely. Which he will continue to do throughout the weekend.
I'm spent... can only imagine how my wife feels.