My Poor Babydoll!

This poor child has been through some pretty nasty stuff the past couple of weeks! First, a cavity she had filled about a month ago turned into an abscess which ended up requiring many shots and medicine being shoved into the tooth in an attempt to fix it. The dentist put her on amoxicillin to try to clear up the infection, and unfortunately, it doesn’t look like it has worked.

Which brings me to the next chapter in our saga.

Last night she developed really bad hives {they made the ER doctor go “WOW! Those really are some hives…”} from the amoxicillin.  She had been on it for eleven days, so for whatever reason her body just decided to become allergic at this point.

She had to get two shots in her rear, one of which apparently stung very much. She cried like I’ve never seen her cry before. Afterward, she was on the hospital bed writhing in pain for about 20 minutes. The doctor placed her on two meds to help with the reaction and recommended I get her into an allergist ASAP.

Her hives are gone and aside from a sore tushy, she seems to be doing much better. The sad part, though, is that the amoxicillin didn’t work, so it looks like her tooth will have to come out. Thankfully, it’s a baby molar, but she’s still pretty upset about it. They place a spacer to leave room for her adult molar, and I don’t think you’ll be able to see it, but she’s rather upset that she’ll have a “hole” in her mouth.

Amidst all of this, I’ve got several things to be thankful for.

I am thankful for a husband who, despite being smack in the middle of working three straight weeks of 10.5 hour days, got dressed and came to the ER with us in the middle of the night.

Also, I am thankful for insurance. Yep, that’s right. This is totally not tongue-in-cheek, I really am grateful for the fact that the cost of the ER visit was one less thing I had to worry about last night. I am sad for all the people that don’t have that luxury, which coincidentally shouldn’t be a luxury {but that’s another conversation for another time}.

Lastly, I am thankful for my Babydoll being such a trooper through all of this. She’s held up beautifully, and I think the most pain has been for me, as a mom, having to sit beside her helpless through all of this.