It started Sunday night as a rash about the size of a frosting can lid.  It looked like she’d been bitten and then had an allergic reaction (like how my body reacts).  We did the tylenol and benadryl thing and bathed her and made a paste out of baking soda to take the heat out of it.

Next day, it was gone.

Only it wasn’t.  It seemed to have migrated and multiplied – because now it was on the other side of her hip and under her arms and around them.

Right, that’s not a bug bite.  Spiders and mosquitoes don’t do that.

Actually, we couldn’t think of anything that did that.

It definitely looked like an allergic reaction, but to what?  Clearly not bug bites.  And, save for some bubbles and Easter ham, she hadn’t really been in contact with anything much new.

So, we kept up the benadryl and she seemed to be doing good.  Then she skipped supper.  She wouldn’t let Gigi put her down and she wouldn’t stand on her left foot.  She refused a hamburger and a hotdog.  She REQUESTED bed.  She’d cry and whine for no obvious reason.  And then we pulled her shirt up, and there were more spots.

It took us a good 45 minutes before we decided to go to the ER.  We know they typically don’t know what the heck they’re doing and basically any ER worth going to is 45 minutes away.  That, and we haven’t met our deductible on insurance yet.  Then again, if this was allergies, I knew enough from my own personal experiences to know I didn’t really want to mess with it on my own.  So much can happen so quickly.

In 45 minutes, her rash over doubled.

And, in the end the ER doctor wasn’t really sure WHAT caused it but was fairly certain that we’d been right and it was hives.  We just don’t know what they came from.  So, a huge steroid shot later and more benadryl and steroid meds to go, our little munchkin is on her way to feeling better.

Ever. So. Slowly.  One cuddle and movie with daddy at a time.

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