Clear Epic

So me being the first time Mom that I am, I called Prayse’s pediatrician’s office yesterday after work. P just wasn’t herself at daycare and had a sad day. Who could blame her? I explained everything that had went down and they were concerned that she was still having a systemic (?) reaction that late in the game. We made an appt for 8:00 this morning and hung up after a loooong list of things to look for and if I noticed any one of them to bring her to the ER. Fantastic.

Around 7:30 I noticed that I could hear her breathing across the room. She wasn’t struggling or turning blue but I freaked out because her breathing kept getting louder and louder! So I made the call which I always hate to make b/c I don’t want to be one of “those Moms.” The ones that bring in their child for a bump, you know who you are I love ya though! Thank goodness for my friend Andrea, I had to call her so she could tell me that I was doing the right thing. I just couldn’t wait all night! I knew I wasn’t going to get a lick of sleep and I was only running on 3 hours as it was!

The nurse who was looking at Prayse asked me if she was my first child with a smile.  Yes, yes I am freaking out, and yes I need you to tell me that she will still be breathing at 8:00 tomorrow morning!! So then the cocky young doctor told me that I should have actually probably brought her in Sunday morning, which makes me feel SO good about my competency as a mother BTW.  He did end up giving her a steroid to make it through until morning so she would sleep better and to try to knock out whatever was still keeping the reaction going. So at least I wasn’t sent home w/ nothing

Anyway, also being another one of “those Moms” I had to take a few pictures of her first trip to the ER. Girlfriend was obviously traumatized by the whole experience, can’t you tell?