Float like a butterfly…

Today is one of those days where I swear if it wasn’t Friday my head might explode. It wasn’t particularly terrible.. just events throughout the day might make any one person want to crawl under a rock and not come out for about a month.

Just as suspected, yesterday’s slightly large eating day seems to have been a fluke. Woke up this AM and seemed to be reverting right back to ‘normal’ for him.. which is never good. Once again it was a struggle just to get him to eat 3.5 ounces. Not to say I was surprised, I almost expected today to be crappy, just how the cookie crumbles around here- but I was definitely disappointed. I’d hoped we’d finally turned a corner and wouldn’t do that whole one step forward & 5 steps back deal we’ve been doing for so damn long now.

I definitely didn’t let it ruin my mood. I’m used to dealing with it so I just did what i’ve BEEN doing. And as far as Parker’s bottles go, the rest of the day wasn’t too bad. Anywhere from 5-6. I always say I wish it was better, but I don’t think I can complain if i’m not having to feed him every 2 hours or less.

Holden on the other hand? Mega brat. I don’t know what crawled up his ass and died, but we clashed all day long.

Finally I decided maybe some fresh air would do us all some good. Parker loves watching the cars drive by and Holden just loves to run his crazy ass around in the yard and point things out to me and attempt to talk to the neighbors who either ignore him or just don’t hear him yammering on about god knows what.

I think we only got to spend about 20 minutes outside before Holden took his Tonka dump truck and started pushing it through the yard. Not abnormal. The grass is a little high, but it ALWAYS gets high. Damn summer-ish time grass growing speed. The problem with our yard is the massive amounts of clover patches that seem to pop up all over the place. Bumble Bees everywhere. Harmless, but they can still get angry. One of the things Holden likes to point out.

As he’s pushing the truck through the grass he stops and suddenly just starts screaming. Again, not abnormal. Kid is a walking booboo. He yells to me that his truck hurt him. So there I was thinking it pinched him or something similar.. but instead of calming down his screaming only escalates. I call him over to me (i’m holding Parker and sitting on the front steps) and tell him to show me what hurts. I can’t see anything. Still the screaming escalates more so I tell him to go inside immediately. I still figure he’d just fallen on it or scratched it.. pinched it.. something.

So we get inside and I get him all washed up since he was basically covered in dirt (another thing he hates) and then I see it..

Holden has gotten flea bites, mosquito bites.. all kinds of bites before and none of them ever looked like that. And this thing was hot to the touch.. and with every passing moment spread more and got more swollen and red.
I think, this must be some sort of sting, but I see no stinger. The only thing I can think to do, since I can’t even REMEMBER the last time i’ve had or even seen a bee sting on anyone, is to ask Facebook. Someone on there has to know.

Within minutes responses start coming in. Everyone says to call a nurse, asks if he’s breathing, if it hurts, if there’s a stinger. Give him benedryl! Use hydrocortizone!
I’m running all over the house looking for this stuff. Rubbing crab on his hand, giving him medicine.. even spraying the numbing spray I used on my hooha after almost ripping myself in two during Parker’s birth on Holden’s hand to try to reduce the pain.

The poor thing. Every time I looked at him he’d tell me his booboo hurt and that a bug stung him. Every time I looked at it, it only seemed to look worse.
I just felt so bad for him, and there wasn’t anything I could do other than what i’d done already.
I’ve been told by some trustworthy sources that his reaction was pretty bad for a bee sting and that we might want to keep an epi pen on hand in case it happens again. Scary thought.

I’m terrified to even let the kid go outside anymore! He doesn’t need to be pissing off any more bees.

To add insult to injury, before bed Thomas thought it was looking a little too swollen and decided to go pressing and digging in Holden’s hand in case the stinger may still have been stuck in there (since I never found it to begin with). He screamed and cried like I have never heard before. Broke my heart. And all for nothing. There doesn’t appear to be a stinger in there.

And poor Parker before bed.. got his mouth cleaned off a little too vigorously by Thomas and it cut open. Sigh.. as if the kid needs any more reason to not eat.

Ugh. At least it’s Friday and i’m not so tense that I want to scream. I think i’m pretty relaxed considering the week we’ve had!

Posted on May 21, 2010 by Holdin' Holden 1 Comment
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