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Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Bad Mommy
About a week ago Alex was sent home from daycare with a 102 degree temperature. By the time we picked her up and got her home she was clearly not feeling well but wasn't registering an abnormally high temperature so I figured she was teething again. She went to bed and the next morning when she woke up she had a rash all over her face, legs, and arms. Crap. She was also clearly miserable and Marcus and I spent the entire weekend tag-teaming her as every 15 minutes (it felt that way) she would start crying and would be rather inconsolable until some solution was found whether it was a sippy cup with milk, a toy to preoccupy her, or Tylenol. We even took her to the doctor on Sunday because by then we were at a loss as to what was wrong. Naturally, we spent the $25 copay to only be told it was a virus that had to run its course. Side Note: Come to find out someone in her class had Hand, Foot, Mouth disease so I'm thinking she caught a variation of that. Anyway, long story short for about a week she had the remnants of a nasty looking rash all over her body and face and in an attempt to help clear it up I went out and bought Aveeno baby bath wash and lotion. Aveeno works wonderfully for me so I figured it would do the same for Alex. After a few days of lathering her up in the tub with the Aveeno wash and then making sure she had a liberal amount of lotion applied to her body before bed I expected great results. Only, the rash was getting worse. It was getting more red and angry looking. I was perplexed. That was, until I noticed one night as I was about to lotion her up that what I was actually applying to her skin and sending her to bed in was body wash. I was generously applying body wash, putting her in her PJs, and kissing her goodnight all like the dumb a$$ I am. The poor baby took it like a champ and never seemed bothered by it though I suppose if it had gone on much longer she would have started to complain. I'm just glad I caught it when I did and didn't find myself at the doctor wondering what this unexplainable rash was and why it wouldn't go away. So, here we are, a week later and Alex's skin is looking marvelous. I'll chalk that one up to being a blonde because there really is no other explanation.
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