Lucy, however, had a hard time waiting for Mitchell after her lesson. While sitting directly next to me on the bleachers, she somehow manage to oooze off the bench and ricochet of the metal framework on her way to the floor. She wound up with a very bloody and scraped up nose. She apparently tuckered herself out, because she fell asleep in the car on the way home after only about 1/4 mile. The calmness, though, was far too short-lived.
Upon returning to the Rogers' household, we were making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches upon request. Mitchell scarfed his down in less than two minutes, and while making a second one, I noticed that he was again breaking into hives. He had just had his steroids and some Benedryl, but not knowing if it was going to progress as fast as last night, I called Papa Denny up to the house on the chance I had to take Mitchell to the ER again. While we watched him/the hives, we made contact with Dr. Kevin. After we verified meds and doses, it was determined that I should just watch him for a few more minutes, because the steroids had likely not gotten into his system yet. If he had any heavy feeling in the chest again, we were to go to the ER.
Let me just say that waiting is not my strong suit on my best day, let alone when my son's health and well being is at stake. Papa Denny and I did wait though, and thankfully, no further spread of the hives, and in fact the redness started to decrease. WHEW! At least a temporary sigh of relief. In the meantime, I am left feeling like I am playing Russian Roulette with Mitchell every time I feed him. We've been keeping track of the foods eaten at the trigger meals. We have a visit to an allergist in our very near future. Unfortunately, he has to be off the steroids before he can have testing done, so I would feel he'd be without any sort of protection while we wait...
The kids are all sleeping, and I am hoping that we awake to a better, or at least less eventful day tomorrow.
