I'm always complaining to J-P that my life is mundane. I tell him that once in a while I like a little drama to spice things up. After yesterday I changed my mind. I don't like drama. Give me laundry, give me diapers, give me a messy house to clean. That's all I want. I promise I'll never complain about how uneventful my life is again. Here is the breakdown of my day:
5:00 a.m.(like clockwork)- Max wakes up with a swollen, rash covered face.
5:30 a.m.- Screaming ensues as Max's 5th tooth struggles to break through.
11:00 a.m.- I feed Max lunch and his lips swell up bigger than Angelina Jolie's. I call his pediatrician.
11:10 a.m.- The nurse calls back and asks if Max is drooling. I tell her yes and she tells me to hang up and call 911.
11:11 a.m.- I start to cry.
11:12 a.m.- I tell her that he is teething, and explain that he is laughing, playing, and seems ok. She explains that he is in grave danger and that I can't go anywhere without a cell phone and benadryl, and that he needs to see an allergist right away.
11:13 a.m.- I call the allergist and luckily the first available appointment is in the middle of September. I though I would have to wait.
2:00 p.m.- Our air conditioning goes out. Not to worry, it's only 111 degrees.
5:00 p.m.- J-P leaves for San Francisco.
6:00 p.m.- Our house is over 90 degrees and climbing so I pack up Max and drive to our friend's vacant house in Queen Creek to spend the night. On the way I realize I didn't eat dinner. We stop at Subway and I give Max a piece of bread. Poof, two minutes later the Angelina Jolie lips are back. I take him to the car and force some benadryl down his screaming throat.
6:15 p.m.- I rush Max and his expanding lips to urgent care.
7:00 p.m.- They tell me he is pretty sick, he has a fever and some strange virus. They say they can't help me with the allergic reaction and that he needs to see an allergist. I manage to get a prescription for a steroid that "should prevent him from stopping breathing during the night."
7:01 p.m.- I start to cry again. What am I supposed to do, not feed my baby until September?
7:30 p.m.- Max screams for an hour while I wait for his prescription at Walgreens. I call local hotels (queen creek is too far from hospitals) and only smoking rooms are available.
8:30 p.m.- My arms are aching from Max's hour long tantrum in Walgreens. My nerves are frazzled. I don't know where to go. I call Sarah (my sister-in-law) and ask if she and her roommate will let us crash at their place. She can barely understand me because by this point I am sobbing. Gotta love those pregnancy hormones.
9:30 p.m.- Max spits out all of his life saving medicine and screams in protest at Sarah's until 1:00 a.m.
1:01 a.m.- I collapse into bed and call J-P. I tell him to come home right away and that he isn't allowed to go on anymore business trips.
Today is a better day. Max is asleep and after spending a small fortune, we have a whole new AC system. Bring on the monotony!
9 comments:
This is one of my worst nightmares. I hope it is over for you.
Oh Mary Ann, that really is a terrible day. I can't believe you are dealing with this while pregnant.
Crazy day! I am glad that Max is doing well and that you have a new AC. Don't forget that my parents live close to the free way, have 2 empty bedrooms, will soon live across the street from a hospital , and have a crib, so if you ever need anything, give them a call. Hopefully we will get to see you when you come to WA in a few weeks! Happy Days!
I was thinking about your parents and was wishing I had their number in my cell phone last night. I just now realized I could have called you guys to get it. My brain was overheated, tired, and not working last night. Thanks for the reminder:)
Wow, M-A! That is a terrible day! Is Max doing alright now?
No need to blame it on the pregnancy hormones, I'd cry either way.
I will read this everytime I THINK I'm having a bad day - how terrible!!
Max is doing ok, he is on a lot of meds...he still has a fever but I think we have the allergic reaction contained. We go back to the doctor today.
How awful. Did you ever find out what he was allergic to? How terrifying. I am the exact same way. I hate the monotony of my life until my wish for drama is granted and then I think, "What the heck was I thinking?"
I was able to find an allergist that can get him in Aug 1st (phew), they will do testing then. We have no clue what it could be.
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