What a week it's been! The sick mobile pulled up to our house Monday morning and began unloading its goods. First, John Fletcher broke out in this horrible, all-over, bright-red, raised, patchy, Mama-scaring rash. Next, Andrew launched into a slimy nose, barking cough, tears, and raspy breath attack that looked and sounded just like what landed him in the ER a few weeks ago. Then, John Fletcher's rash got better and subsequently worse.
-two loooooong trips to the pediatrician
-one trip to the ER (are they ever anything but long?)
-examinations of John Fletcher by four pediatricians and two allergists (not fun and kind of scary: all of them hovering over my poor baby and murmuring questions to each other, like some scene out of House)
-examination of Andrew by just one, measly (albeit lovely and most helpful) doctor
-co-pays totaling $90
-parking fees totaling $38.50
-waiting-room consumption of roughly 8200 Goldfish
-and two candy canes
-prescriptions for multitudes of steroids and antihistamines
-and a new, but all-too-familiar Epi-Pen Jr. prescription
...we have diagnoses of a second round of croup for big brother and a peanut allergy (passed through breastmilk) for little brother.
I'll obviously be cutting peanuts from my diet (which makes Jacob the only household peanut-consumer left standing), and once we can get John Fletcher's reaction cleared up, we'll have him tested at the pediatric allergist for confirmation. But it looks like Andrew and John Fletcher may be two peanut-allergics in a pod. :(