That Bites

Well, I should have posted this last night, but it was crazy around here (read on) and when I finally had the time to sit down and blog I only had the energy for the sitting down part.  Anywho, onto the post.

So, last night was shaping up to be one of those rare, seldom experienced nights when we would be home early with enough time for the boys to play, Amy to cook a dinner, and even squeeze in a little family relaxing time before bath and bedtime.  Even better, the weather was beginning to change and cool off, perfect for the boys to go play out in the back yard.  So out they went to run around, scream, and throw balls; you know the things we try (sometimes (often) unsuccessfully) to keep them from doing inside.  Amy and I were in the kitchen working on dinner and dishes respectively when I heard a scream.  By the time I made it to the back door Braeden was there and said that it was Jack and there were bugs.  I ran into the yard to get him.  There he was half in his car with an army of ants covering his right leg and foot.  I grabbed him up and began to frantically brush the ants off while I ran into the house calling for Amy to turn on the water in the sink.  Too late.  By the time I got him to the sink his foot was already covered with little red welts.  After counting a couple of times throughout the night I have estimated anywhere from 65-70 or so bites covering his toes, foot, and calf.  Amy quickly called the doctor and gave him some Benadryl but we decided, with the encouragement of the on-call nurse, to take him in to the Urgent Care center since he had begun to break out in hives.  By now he had stopped crying and were were in full-force crisis mode as we put the partially cooked dinner away, got shoes on (everyone except for Jack), and jumped in the van.  Long story short he is fine.  The doctor at the Urgent Care center prescribed a steroid cream for him and told us to continue with the Benadryl.  Jack, of course, was fine by now and totally back to himself.  Amy kept him home today though so he could rest his foot since it had swollen and was bound to be somewhat sore.  Although miraculously he hasn't touched his foot at all.  He comments on it occasionally but that's it!

So, another unexpected adventure (and expense) here in Drosche Land.  But all is well now and he will return to school, sans his right shoe.  Despite the craziness that ensued last night, Amy and I are quite proud of ourselves.  Both of us managed to function quite well in the midst of the chaotic emergency and all was handled calmly.  I guess we are getting the hang of this adult thing!  Just in time for my birthday as I prepare to turn 29+1 (I'm still avoiding the t-word).  Who knows, maybe there is hope for us yet!  :)

All is well, more than once bitten and not so shy, in Drosche Land.

Day 1

Day 1 - At the Urgent Care center

 

 Day 2 - A little blurry but shows the swelling quite well!

    Day 2 - Ouch!