Sorry to do this again, but this stuff keeps writing itself. Here's the latest on our ridiculous medical drama.
After an uneventful day yesterday, bedtime foreshadowed what would become a tough night. I noticed at bedtime that Carter's low-grade fever was back. In addition, Jacob didn't seem quite as comfortable at bedtime as he seemed for the rest of the day. Still, both went down well and I stupidly stayed up later than I should have just because I wanted to get all of the ornaments off the Christmas tree. I really wanted to get the tree down this weekend, and once I started the ornaments, I really needed to finish them because they're such a mess of boxes, tissue paper, and fragile items. I probably didn't fall asleep until close to 1am, and almost immediately I was woken up by Carter's frequent whines and whimpers in the night. Lately he's had a really hard time sleeping--naps have been interrupted, and his nights have been full of pathetic-sounding noises every little bit. I'm not sure if that's just all of his congestion, or if the underlying cause of the head/ear issues that prompted last week's doctor visit are to blame, or if his molars are torturing him even though they're not even close to coming through yet. It's a little worrisome, to be honest, but he's back at the doctor in a month anyway so I can nag them then if it's still an issue. I'm keeping an eye on his coordination and things like that in the meantime, because him complaining about his head scares me. I guess it's one of the downfalls of having friends whose little girl is in the end stages of brain cancer. :(
Anyway, Carter was constantly making noises, and I was finally able to block them out enough to sleep....only to realize at one point around 2:30am, I think, that Jacob was calling me. I went down to his room, already exhausted from the previous night on the couch where I barely slept, and encountered a very unhappy little boy. He was complaining that he was uncomfortable sleeping on his floor (as is our setup when he's sick). I told him that he'd been fine for a long time, so if he wanted to sleep in his bed, he was probably safe to do so. But he wasn't comfortable with that and we spent at least an hour with him writhing around on his floor, miserable. He complained about his stomach and then back pain. He thought he was going to be sick, but he was OK...and eventually he calmed down and went back to sleep. It was still a rough rest of the night and I decided to turn off my alarm set for church, assuming that between Carter's fever and Jacob's mess, we wouldn't be making it.
Jacob woke up around 7-7:30, and although he called for me, he kept himself occupied and didn't really bother me. Carter woke up a bit before 9am, and I finally dragged myself out of bed at 9. As I was in the bathroom taking my morning pills, Jacob came in. And immediately I noticed that his face was pink. And then I looked at the rest of him...and realized he was full of raised pink hives. HIVES. Oh sh**. Pardon the language, but after everything else....that was all I could think. I immediately freaked out (calmly) and called the doctor. They wanted us in right away, so I had to get two kids ready alone and rush over.
The hives were scary, bright pink from his face down to the tops of his thighs. It hurt to look at him. I knew it wasn't an allergy thing because he hadn't had anything new recently, so I figured it had to be a virus (sort of like the roseola he had as a baby) and probably was related to the stomach bug. The nurse said a few other rashes had already come in this morning, so perhaps this is going around!
This is sort of a weird picture because I took it quickly at the doctor's office with Jacob protesting. He was on all fours with his head ducked down and his back arched. It's looking up his back, with his skinny shoulder blades sticking way out and the back of his neck is hiding in the space between them. This is just a taste of what he had.
The tops of his thighs were solid pink. His stomach was covered. He was very itchy. The doctor wanted to give him a shot of adrenaline and follow up with prednisone and Benadryl. The shot worked faster than anything oral, so we went that route. And Jacob promptly got sick. Poor kid. But he recovered from that quickly and we waited a while to make sure things were getting better. It started to fade and we stopped at Wegmans for the rest of the medicine before heading home. Shortly after lunch he realized it was getting worse again, and while I figured it was just the adrenaline wearing off before the rest of the stuff kicked in, I called the doctor again anyway. It was normal, and despite the itching (most of the rash came back in spots where it wasn't previously), Jacob took a nap. When he woke up, all of the hives were gone! What a relief!
He'll be on the drugs for a bit yet and we're still on the fence about school tomorrow, but I'm glad the worst appears to be over. For this round, anyway. Still feeling cautious about the rest of us avoiding it, and still mildly concerned about Carter's sleep misery, but I keep hoping that one of these illnesses will be the last for a while. Fingers crossed this is it.