I loaded up the kids this morning to take Mia to school. Finn was along for the ride in his jammies since we don't want him going to school the way he is. I was pulling out of the garage when I looked back at Mia for some reason and....drove back into the garage. Yep, you guessed it. Tiny spots around her mouth.
My sister, such the encourager that she is, responded to my "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?" text with "You knew it was coming!"* Well, yes I did. But I like to live in denial. It's a happier place. Free of spots. And honestly, I'm shocked it took this long for them to show up. Still not sure that's what it is because frankly, I look at those teeny tiny spots and I say "that's nothing compared to what we have going down the hallway" but we'll see what morning brings. I really don't know what's going to be staring back at me in the morning when I wake up. More spots? Bigger spots? Less spots? No spots? HA.
So far, I don't see any inside Mia's mouth and there aren't any on her hands and feet. Maybe it's some kind of allergic reaction to something (doubtful, but hey...). Too early for zits?
Finn is doing better, I cautiously say. I think some of the spots are starting to calm down a bit, but they are still pretty intense and plentiful. I think I read that it takes about a week to go away, but I'm learning that's probably for average cases. I'm buckling down for the long haul. He continues to eat and drink well, so really the biggest issue we have on our hands right now is that he's decided that drawing on the tile with crayon is the most fun he's had in days. Cabin fever, anyone?
Let's hope this song is done and there are no more verses to add.
*To my sister's credit, she offered to come to my house, have some tea, and laugh about life. We live about 1000 miles apart so she was just kidding, but the offer was nice.
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