…and it’s all small stuff
This week has been, shall we say, adventurous in our house.
Since last week, I’ve been fighting a really prime example of the common cold, complete with a rattly chest cough and a case of pink eye that just. won’t. quit. It’s been tiring.
My son has a few food allergies that we carefully manage, but since he’s only 14 months old, there are always more lurking around the corner. And this week we had a really fun run-in with tilapia. Turns out that the super healthy meal I was so proud of (rice with tilapia, yellow peppers, asparagus & brocolli) nearly killed the poor kid. It definitely did not make him stronger. Instead, it puffed his eyes till they were nearly shut, inflated his lips to five times their normal size, gave him an horrendous facial rash and hives all over the rest of his body. It was, to say the least, a frightening experience. When I realised that he was having a serious reaction, I dosed him up with Benadryl, stripped him naked and was going to throw him in the tub. But it was very clear that that wasn’t going to help. I had to call 9-1-1. I swear to god it felt like it took them a semester of stats class to get here – what held me together was my four-year-old telling me, “Masey’s ok, Mommy, he’s breathing. See?”
She’s smarter than I am, you know. (as if that needs saying)
The EMS came, jabbed him in the leg with more Benadryl, strapped him onto a stretcher and my daughter into the jump seat and off we went for an exciting ambulance ride to the local emerg department. A steroid shot and a two-and-a-half hour wait later, we were sent back home with the recommendation we see our paediatric allergist again and get the baby an EpiPen Jr.
As if that weren’t enough excitement, the following night my son woke up at 2am with an epic diaper blow-out that coated our bed, And once we got that cleaned up, the vomiting started.
And did I mention my husband’s sick, and my daughter came home from junior kindergarten with a “Please watch me. I bumped my head” sticker on her sweater thanks to a little turd in her class who pushed her over in the cubbies.
So yes, it’s been a trying, exhausting week around here. And today’s Friday and you know what I’m doing?
I bet it’s not what you think.
I’m thanking my lucky stars that this is all we have to deal with. Because really, these are complaints but they’re minor in the grand scheme of things. I don’t sweat ’em. I find humour in the fact that my son’s face looked like he had collagen injections gone wrong. I laugh over the vomit and poop. I gross out my family with my goopy eyeballs.
I don’t pretend like it’s sunshine and roses, but I find that not sweating the small stuff really is the best way to keep a positive outlook on life. And you know… seriously, for most of us, most of the time, it really is all small stuff.