Charlotte had a fever a few weeks back. And a persistent gunky cough mixed with an ear infection.
Since it wasn't going away we decided to try an antibiotic. Amoxicillin to be exact. After 5 days we realized that we were giving her the wrong dosage (looooong embarrassing story). So it was upped for another 6 days. 48 hrs after it was done she had the fever again. Then 48 hours later she started getting spots. After way too many doctor apts and phone calls I was warned that "These hives will get a lot worse before they get better."
If only I'd known.
|These pictures don't even come close to showing how bad they got.|
One thing I've always prided myself with is how I'm able to function under a lot of stress. House is flooding? I'm right there doing all the damage control possible while my mom freaks out. Eight kids under seven running around the house? No sweat. I usually get more housework done for some reason. Back labor (Shoot, I still need to blog about that)?- well, ok, that was hard but I still didn't freak out and was able to think clearly throughout the whole thing.
One of my babies has a migraine or the hives? I'm a nervous wreck and can't even get dressed.
Suffice to say the hives were harder on me than her.
Benadryl just kept her away and a nice oatmeal bath finally did the trick.