Last night sucked super bad again. Seth was so distressed, it just broke my heart. I felt so helpless. This morning I took him back to the doctor, because his face was so red and even more swollen in the jaw area, and felt hot to touch. I was worried he might have cellulitis or something.
The doctor said it wasn’t cellulitis, but upped his steroid dose and gave us a prescription for antibiotics just in case the poison ivy covering half of his poor little body becomes infected. I practically begged her for something to help him sleep. She suggested benadryl, I said we’d tried that and it didn’t help. She gave me a prescription for a stronger antihistamine. I was hoping for some ativan, but what can you do.
Anyway by this evening Seth does seem a little better, his face less red, and his demeanor a little happier. I gave him the big guns antihistamine and please join me in praying that he (and we) get some sleep tonight.
I took some pictures of Seth’s poison ivy, because it’s so horrifying I just don’t want to forget it. Seth’s all like, “Mom, why do you ALWAYS have to take pictures of me?” And I’m like, “I don’t know Seth, I just do. Now be quiet and cooperate and it will be done a lot faster.” Poor kid having to put up with his mom and her camera.
He did get into our poison ivy photoshoot towards the end, though.
Then Ivy wanted to get in on the action too. She tried to copy Seth’s poses.
My little brown eyed babies.