OK, whatever. She knows I love her. And all the important things are written down somewhere, whether on my calendar, on FB, or in an email... It's actually the little things that need remembering. And my day on Tuesday this week is too good to pass up. Here goes...
Background context: Lindsay was just getting over Roseola. The week before, she'd been sent home on Thursday with a rash. (Let me clarify. I took a $90 cab ride home to get her because when daycare called me to come pick her up, I'd just missed the train by two minutes. The wasn't another train until four hours later. I also lost -- well, thought I lost... it mysteriously showed up in our mailbox the next day) my cell phone. Anyway, my parents came down, yet again, to watch Lindsay on Friday. We had a good, calm weekend and I thought we were in the clear. Monday was fine too. But on Tuesday morning I got a call from daycare. Oh, how I dread seeing that number pop up on my caller ID! Her teacher sounded very concerned that her rash had taken a turn for the worst -- some new red marks had shown up on her. The marks looked like vertical lines running down her torso -- very thin, very symmetric. They didn't think anyone wrote on her and she didn't fall on any toys. I asked all the usual questions: Does she have a fever? Is she itchy? Are the lines raised? Are they also on her back? Did she eat her lunch? Does she seem irritable or uncomfortable? And I promised to call the pediatrician and get back to them right away. It was Andrew's turn (after my $90 cab ride the previous week) to go pick her up, so I gave him a quick call to give him a heads up. Our conversation went a little like this:
Andrew: Don't even tell me someone's sick again.
Me: Yeah, I just got the call. Lindsay has some new weird rash on her. They said it was like red lines going down her chest/belly.
Andrew: (after a short pause) Um, did you give her a bath last night?
Me: No, why?
Andrew: It's Jell-o. Tell them it's Jell-o. I gave it to her last night. She didn't have a shirt on and it dripped all down her front.
Me: &@#$@*(#$^*(@#$%^*%!
So, there you have it, folks. Lesson learned. Before you freak out over random rashes on your children, ask if it wipes off first. I called daycare back, of course, and low and behold, the "rash" wiped right off.
So, you'd think we'd be in the clear after a morning like that, right? Well, we ended up in the ER later that night anyway. Seriously. Emma and I were playing with Perler beads. Remember these?
And Lindsay got a hold of some. I knew that Lindsay was playing them (I know, I know! Worst mother EVER. You don't have to remind me!), but I was keeping an eye on her making sure she didn't put any in her mouth. Part of me wishes it had been her mouth. Then she would have just pooped them out. But no, my dear, darling littler girl shoved two beads into her right her ear. It took me a minute to realize/figure out what she'd done. I was able to get one out with tweezers, but the second one was too far down. I could only see it if with a flashlight. (It was dark green, if you care.) There's no way I was going to mess with that, especially after all the ear trouble she's already had. So, I stuck a hat on her (in case she started poking at it) and lugged her to the ER. Two-and-a-half hours of waiting and all it took was one long pair of tweezers and 30 seconds do get it out.
Never a dull moment. Luckily, no damage was done. On to the next adventure...
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