What the Heck Was THAT?

Last Friday morning, The Papa woke me at 6:45 to tell me that The Girl had a weird rash.  When I hear the word "rash", I think of little red bumps.  This is what I found:

They looked more like welts.

She didn't seem bothered by it, and she didn't have any other symptoms so we decided to just watch it.  Since The Boy was still sleeping, we decided to read some books.  While we were reading, she told me that her throat was hurting.  Within seconds, some stuff came out of her mouth, and I knew she'd had yogurt as a morning snack.  I say, "some stuff came out of her mouth" because I don't know if it's called regurgitation or vomit.  Maybe some of my medical friends can help me out with that.  Anyway, that was a little weird and a lot disgusting, but she seemed to not be bothered.  A little later she was ready for breakfast, and she continued to be her "normal" self.  In fact, she decided to get married that day.  "Of course!" I thought.  "Hives.  Perfectly normal for a girl who's about to get married."

She asked me to send The Papa a picture and ask if he would send a gift.  We've been using the silver we got for our wedding, and she is absolutely pleased to know that gifts for weddings are appropriate.

Around noon, I noticed she felt "a little warm."  I decided to let her watch some DVDs we had borrowed from the library to keep her calm so she could rest.  By that point, the rash had started doing its thing.  Several small mosquito-bite-looking-bumps would appear then swell into one big Pangea-looking-thing.  It started itching.  She was still pretty unphased by it all, but by the time 4:00 rolled around, things were going downhill.  Four o'clock is the time The Papa is scheduled to get off work as well as the time both children start getting hungry for dinner and sleepy.  Not a good combination.

I "whipped up" (as The Papa would say) a batch of coconut oil with lavender and tea tree essential oils.  We spent a lot of time rubbing her with that which seemed to calm her down and relieve the itching.  I was out of my favorite immune-boosting go-to so I had made a batch of elderberry syrup.  We continued that along with some other supplements.  Since The Papa was home (and found me deserving of a fashionable adult beverage, by the way), I was able to spend some time trying to determine which homeopathic remedies might be helpful.

By Friday evening, the rash covered her entire body.  It migrated, if you will.

Nights were tough.  The Girl was tired.  The Mama was tired.  The Papa was tired.  The Girl got very itchy at night and only slept a couple of hours straight when she was able to sleep.  At three o'clock Saturday morning, she was thrilled with the idea of a cornstarch bath.  I filled the tub full of water (a treat since The Boy wasn't there), and she splashed around like a flounder.  It was so good to see her smiling and laughing.  It was a little bit of a different story when she had to get out, but a cornstarch dusting was a good idea.

I have to tell you that when The Papa told me there was a rash, I thought, "Of course it's Friday."  So this "watch and see" plan has to last 'til Monday which is a tad more uncomfortable than, say, tomorrow.  On top of that, the chiroquacker was on vacation so I had no one to reassure me that we could wait 'til Monday.  I should say, however, that the urgent care is another of the tools in our arsenal.  We're fortunate that there are two urgent care centers within two miles of our house so if the going gets too tough, we can get going.  Fortunately, all the bumps were gone by Sunday evening, and except for an exhausted family, we were none the worse for wear.

Well, most of us were exhausted.  Some of us thrive on adrenaline, apparently.

I have several thoughts about treating "things" naturally.  When you don't know what you're fighting, it's hard to know which weapon to use.  The great thing about doing things naturally, though, is that you have so many weapons to use.  As you can tell, we'd already pulled several weapons from the arsenal:  herbs, homeopathics, supplements, essential oils, and whatever you call coconut oil.  And time.

I couldn't really think of a good reason to go to the doctor.  All I knew is that I had a child with a rash, a 12-hour fever, and a one-time vomit.  I had a sweet friend and a good neighbor trying to help figure out what the heck it was, and, of course, none of her symptoms perfectly fit anything we could find.  I decided to quit Googling when I couldn't determine if it was an allergic reaction, meningitis, or (the) fifth disease.

Here we are on Tuesday evening still not knowing what the heck was that.  I shouldn't admit this, but in one way, I wish it was me who had gotten it, and in another way, I'm glad it wasn't.  I'm really, really glad it wasn't The Papa though.  ;)

....Is Read.

Or, should it be "What Denise Does Is Reads"?  How about this:  I read.  A lot.  Honestly, more than I want to read sometimes.  But I have children who like to be held while they sleep, and I'm just going to hold them.  As a matter of fact, I'm holding the baby right now.  If that statement conjures images of a swaddled infant resting peacefully on my lap, let me set you straight.  The baby is now almost 30 pounds and either almost as strong as me or almost as, ahem, determined as me.  For now though, he is resting peacefully.

Over the past four years, I've stumbled my way through probably one hundred books about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenting, and I can't remember a single title I found worthless.  Perhaps I did what one of our local La Leche League leaders suggests at every meeting:  Perhaps I took what I thought would work for me and left the rest behind.  Now that I think about it, you should do that here.

Although there have been many helpful titles, there have been a select few that I consistently recommend to others.  They're the ones that were, literally, life-changing.  In case you're wondering, here they are.

Ina May's Guide to Childbirth

Honestly, if Ina May Gaskin wrote a book about applying sunscreen to chickens, I would read it because she just knows her stuff.  If you have limited time for reading choose this one, but if you can, also check out Ina May's Guide to Breastfeeding and Spiritual Midwifery.

The Womanly Art Of Breastfeeding

In case you didn't know, La Leche League is the authority on breastfeeding, and it's the first place you should go for breastfeeding information.  Unless your doctor is an IBCLC (International Board Certified Lactation Consultant), s/he should direct you to LLL and/or an IBCLC when you have questions concerning breastfeeding.  That's a pretty bold statement, but it's true. This book covers everything from pregnancy to weaning and is meticulously cited for reference.  Within our local chapters of LLL, this book is available for purchase for $16 flat (a small savings over the cover price).

My Child Won't Eat

Speaking of eating, this is a book I think everyone who knows a child should read.  I think the best time to read this one is about two months before a parent is ready to introduce solid food.  If you're following the American Academy of Pediatrics's guidelines, that would be around the age of four months.  This is the one that has given me a sense of peace at the table.

Eat Healthy, Feel Great

This one was recommended to us by the surgeon who delivered our JayBird.  The Girl loves it and wants us to read every page, even the ones about hydrogenated oils and artificial colors and flavors.  Honestly, The Papa and I need to read it as much as she does.  You won't find any information about the USDA food pyramid in this book, but you will find a very simple way of explaining food values to children that they (and you!) will understand and remember.  Just be prepared that your preschooler might stop a shopper in the grocery store and, after inspecting her cart, begin to explain "red light" and "green light" foods.

The Vaccine Book

I think vaccines are a hot topic right now and one of the toughest decisions parents have to make.  I found this book to be very objective, offering information about each vaccine as well as the diseases they were developed to prevent.  I found it so objective, in fact, that I was angry and confused when I finished it.  I realized I was just looking for something to support my position, and this didn't do it.  What it did do was force me to really consider my position.

Breastfeeding and Natural Child Spacing

I know this looks like another breastfeeding book, and I suppose it is, but I think even women who do not breastfeed might find value in this book.  This is the one that "gave me permission" to want to be with my babies in a culture that told me I needed to get away from them.  It explained how the mother/baby bond works physiologically.  The breastfeeding part of this book explains how breastfeeding works to "naturally space" children.  Bet you never would have guessed that, huh?  When you're reading this one, remember that it was published in 1974.  It's cute.

How to Raise a Healthy Child...In Spite of Your Doctor

Dr. Mendelsohn was a mainstream pediatrician who began to feel he was doing more harm than good by following the conventional standard of care.  He wrote this book which covers the most common childhood ailments and gives specific advice on how to treat them.  Published in 1988, this is another oldie but goodie.  I don't want to be a spoiler, but I will tell you that before I had children, I would have seriously scoffed at anyone who suggested that a small dose of liquor would be an acceptable solution to childhood ailments.  I am not saying that I've given my children liquor (unless you count the vanilla extract The Girl has come to love in her chocolate milk).  I am just saying that, now that I have children, the idea isn't so horrendous.

I have a feeling I'm going to need to add to this list.  Let me know if you have some favorites about sibling rivalry.  I like to be prepared.

So far, so good though!

What Denise Does? Who Cares?

Well, apparently some people do.  More often than I'd like, someone says to me, "What do you do when...?"  Or, "How did you find out about...?"  Or my least favorite, "What should I do about...?"

You see, opinionated I am.  Self-confident I'm not.  Here's why I don't want to do this blog:

1. Laundry, dishes, feeding people and pets, cleaning out the van, and updating the other blog all need to be done (right now).  (Not entirely true since we've already eaten dinner, but the kitchen does need to be cleaned.)
2. Fear of what my friends in the medical profession might think.
3. Fear of what my vegetarian and vegan friends might think.
4. Fear of what my grammarian friends might think.
5. Fear of offending someone.

And here's why I feel like I must do this blog:

1. People keep asking me, "What do you do when...?"  Or, "How did you find out about...?"  Or my least favorite, "What should I do about...?"
2. I have to pass it on.  None of the things I "do" are my brilliant ideas.  They're all things I've read or been told by other people.  I suppose I might have mutated some of them, but for the most part, I try not to reinvent the wheel.

I'm an all or nothing kind of girl so when I realized I needed to make some changes in my life, I went whole hog.  That's just easier for me than trying to figure out where to start.  For example, when I was about 22, I decided to quit smoking cigarettes.  I figured if I was going to do that, I might as well cut out caffeine and start going to the gym six days per week, too.  The next two weeks were you-know-what, but they went by pretty quickly.

I know there are lots of other people out there who want to make some changes in their lives, but they're more of the "trying to figure out where to start" kind of people.  Which is ok.  There are also lots of blogs out there that do the same thing I'm doing here, but apparently people like to know someone personally who's been through or is going through the same things.  I say apparently because people keep asking me, "What do you do when...?"  Or, "How did you find out about...?"  Or my least favorite, "What should I do about...?"  (In case you're wondering why I keep saying that, it's because that's what I keep hearing.)

So some of this blog will be about living "naturally" (says the girl who colors her hair every 8 weeks), and some of it will be about how the children and I spend our time.  What I hope the rest of it will be is a conversation between you and me.

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