Yesterday was an interesting day. And by interesting I mean absolutely terrible.
I'd love to write all about my fun new iPhone and post fun Hipstamatic pictures for you all to see, but really that's so far from the front of mind that a light hearted Monday post just isn't in the cards.
The week before last poor little Brayden came down with a double inner ear infection and had to miss a few days of school after a visit to the pediatrician. He took his antibiotics faithfully and after 10 days the infection cleared up and all was well. Normal childhood illness at it's finest.
12 days after his initial diagnosis though Brayden started to get a few pink dots on his belly and face, a small rash we weren't exactly sure was related to anything at all. And since it was a Friday evening we opted to wait and see if it got worse and then take him back to the pediatrician on Monday.
Well, it got worse, much much worse. The sparse little red dots multiplied to cover his entire body head to toe and grew into large red patches of inflamed skin. And he developed a fever so high he was shaking with chills and was absolutely restless.
We spent Sunday afternoon in the emergency room. As it turns out Brayden is highly allergic to the antibiotic he was taking for his ear infection.
Thankfully our hospital visit was short and in the grand scheme of things, was non-serious. But even still, as a mother, it takes it's toll on you to see your child, who is obviously terrified, laying in a hospital bed. It's moments like that where you start playing the "what if" game. What if we hadn't of caught the rash in time? What if it had turned into anaphylactic shock in the middle of the night and he stopped breathing? What if this scarred his sweet little body?
Needless to say, I was am a wreck. He's alright though, thank God. But he so easily couldn't have been, and that's what terrifies me.
But no, our crummy day didn't stop there. After our hospital trip, on our way to my parents house to grab some dinner, we were rear ended by a drunk driver. Thank God, we're all ok.
I'll never understand why people make the choice to get drunk and then get behind the wheel of a car. Thankfully we drive a monster of a Jeep and our tailgate and hitch took the damage, rather than our bodies. I'm convinced that if we had been in a smaller vehicle there's a good chance that my boys who were in the backseat could have been seriously hurt.
That whole situation is still so fresh in my mind that I don't even want to keep writing about it. We're all ok, and that's what matters. The rest the insurance company can figure out while I cuddle my babies and tell them just how much I love them and how thankful I am to have them in my life. Days like this put things into perspective.
Yeah, so ... how was your weekend?