Thursday, February 21, 2013

Soggy Bottom

A couple weeks ago, I had a really busy day. Ryan was gone all day, and I had all sorts of errands that needed to be completed. Needless to say, that night I was completely and utterly tired. Luckily all I had left to do that night was to give Jackson a bath, a bottle, and put him to bed. Then I could relax.

Whenever I turn the bathtub on, Jackson does one of two things. He crawls as fast as he can towards the bathroom in excitement OR he crawls as fast as he can away. He thinks it's funny when I have to chase after him.

That night it was the latter.

I cornered the little stinker and brought him to the bathroom where he was promptly derobed and plunked in the warm bath water.

Usually, Jackson immediately reaches for his toys and splashes around, but tonight was a little different. I was tired, so it took a couple seconds for me to realize that Jackson was just sitting there giving me a confused, slightly unsure look.

"Why aren't you playing Jackson?"

He hesitantly looked around for his toys, but kept glancing back at me.

"Your toys are over there. You can play with them."

He started to reach for his rubber ducky, but again stopped short. His big brown eyes just staring at me.

That's when I realized--I forgot to take off his diaper!

The poor boy was waist deep in bathwater and his diaper was a big, puffed up ball of sog.

I immediately took off the soaked diaper. Jackson smiled in relief and gave me a look as if to say "Silly Mom!" I smiled back sheepishly,

He then decided it was finally safe to play with his toys.

Action shot!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Sequel

You know that awkward moment when I rewashed almost all of the laundry, and I was still breaking out in hives?

Well, I started investigating what else I could be allergic to...strawberries, bananas, milk, soap, dish detergent, etc. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I continually got more and more hives spreading down my body each night.

I was frustrated and itchy. It  felt like I was getting slapped by rubber bands, not the best feeling in the world.

Finally after 2 weeks, I went to the doctor. I figured I could at least get steroids to help with the hives.

As I was sitting in the empty waiting room, this middle-aged  lady came in nearly hacking her lung out. She checked in and made a beeline to sit down. She could have sat anywhere as I was the only other patient there, but she chose to sit right next to me. I'm a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to doctor's offices and was confused as to why she chose to sit so close. Where was my beloved courtesy seat? (What's a courtesy seat? Get to church 5 minutes late and try finding a place to sit. You will find that the only seats left are the ones smack dab in the middle of the row or the empty courtesy chairs next to every family.)

She was a nice lady. Unfortunetly, I did not appreciate her trying to share germs with me as she coughed in my direction. I tried to angle my body away from her without it being too obvious. I even contemplated moving across the room, but I thought it might be awkward to get up and sit somewhere else.

5 minutes later of barely breathing through my nose, I watched as the woman's husband walked in. He gave her her wallet and sat on the complete opposite side of the room. She didn't have a chair next to her for him to sit in. I was again thoroughly confused as to why she was sitting next to me instead of her husband.

I was concoting all sorts of theories when I was finally called in to see the doctor.

The nurse asked me why I was there, and I told her it was because I had hives.

"How do you know they're hives?" she remarked.

"I just assumed?" I stammered.

"Well, it could be a rash," she responded in a know-it-all voice.

I guess it could be? I didn't know there was much difference.

Anyways, to make a long story short, I am not allergic to anything. Instead, I have a viral infection that makes me have rashes everywhere. I guess most people who have it, start with it on the trunk of their body. I am part of the 6% who have it start on my extremities. Out of that 6%, 1 out of 4 people complain of itchiness. I guess I am in the minority.

I am relieved to have the mystery figured out. I wasted a lot of laundry detergent, but at least my clothes are extra clean!!

(And luckily for waiting room lady, I am not contagious.)