Last week was a crazy week, being that Matt and I didn't have to work on Monday, Landyn started school Tuesday so I went into work late so I could bring him and pick him up on his first day. And again on Thursday I went to work late because... well... Landyn's first day didn't go as well as I had hoped.
Friday morning started like any other Friday. I was excited (because it was Friday). I got to work at around 8:00 and was working on all my Friday work stuff, when I suddenly got a call. It was my Mom, she was a little panicky while telling me she thought Logyn had been stung by a bee. I could hear him screaming in the background, (which most mothers can tell their children's cry, and this was unlike any other cry of Logyn's).
As she was talking to me she was finding more and more stings all over his little body. I asked her if he was OK. If he was breathing OK, was he showing any sign of being allergic to them. She didn't think so, but we did think it would be a good idea for me to come home and take a look at him. I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to swell up like a balloon. I figured I was going to have to take him to the doctor.
Of course the ride home from SCF to LUCK felt as if it was 5 hours long. I get behind the dumbest driving people. And on my way home I was trying to call my mom to check on Logyn, well the line was busy, and I was panicking thinking that OMG she is on the phone with the paramedics, the doctor, or the police. I redialed the whole way home...nothing...
When I pulled in the driveway I was almost worked up enough, that I thought that I was going to see an ambulance in the drive way, but there wasn't.
I walked in the door and Logyn was on the floor drinking a bottle. You could tell he had been crying, but there were all these swollen bright red marks all over his little body. It was so sad. Some marks were big and some were little.
He had been upstairs playing with is brother and we figured a wasp had gotten inside his little shirt and stung him all over his neck, his belly, head, and the back of his legs. We counted 20 stings all together.
He had started screaming and my Mom ran to him and couldn't figure out what was wrong with him until she had seen the little red marks, so she stripped his clothes off. She never found a wasp but we think she found the stinger.
I kept worrying that he would stop breathing at any moment, but there was nothing, he only looked tired because of all the screaming he had done. He didn't even seem bothered by the stings. I called the doctor... and of course... you can't call and talk to anyone is SCF.
I only called SCF because I thought if something happened we would need to take him to the nearest hospital which unfortunately would be SCF.
(By the way if you don't already know, I can't stand the way things are done at SCF Medical Centers, you can never talk to someone, and also if you have to bring your baby in the ER they make you leave if you don't have a primary Doctor. Needless to say, I tried to call they transferred me 3 TIMES!!!!! When I finally got through the lady was so quiet I had to YELL at her because I couldn't hear a thing. She kept giving me different answers when I would repeat what she said because I couldn't hear. ) Last time I call SCF!
I got more info on the Internet... which is sad.
Mom and I decided that we should get some Benadril and some savv for his little stings, so we doped him up, and he took a nap, and it never seemed to affect him at all.
But now that he has had all these stings we figure he may have a reaction next time, so we need to keep and eye on him.
He is one strong little guy.
Poor baby.
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