Not What I Expected

Yep...this weekend was not what I expected. At all.


Friday evening was spent in fellowship with some lovely women at church. I caved and ate a pumpkin muffin and two cinnamon rolls. BUT THEY WERE MINI SO ITS OKAY. 


Saturday morning I got up with the kiddo to let the DH sleep. We kicked it until I had to go back to church for the rest of the mini-retreat I was attending. Not what I expected. Perhaps because I had never heard the speaker before. I was expecting something that was based in scripture, and this was basically this woman telling stories. Which was cool, I mean, she was fully adorbs and amusing. But...not...you get it. 
I DID get to spend time with the bestie, the other Brian's wife and bestie's SIL (whom I've known for years). I also go to know some other cool church chicks. 
AND ! We went to Old Navy on the lunch break and I SCORED a light blue hoodie for under $2!! Sweet. Who cares if the tag says Old Navy Intimates???
My darling friend NS watched this kiddo for a couple hours that afternoon so that the DH could attend a party(?!) for a widowed co-worker. I am so truly thankful for NS. I am completely blessed to have her in my life as a friend, a co-worker and a babysitter! I love her. She's hilarious and REALLY good at make-up. 
Moving on. I came home as the DH was getting ready to leave for Wiffle. He had told me there would BE no Wiffle, but I never believe him when he tells me this. 
Now, kiddo has been battling a cough, runny nose....feeling generally craptastic. He's been up at night, in and out of our bed, leaving me more exhausted than usual (put your fake violins away please). I've let him rest as much as possible without completely halting our lives. He seemed fine after the DH left, so after a couple Phineas and Ferb episodes we left for Target. The plan was to go to bestie's house for dinner and wine; with the boys meeting us after Wiffle. 
Kiddo passed OUT in the car on the way home from Target. Usually he wakes up when I bring him inside, but not this time. SO I let him sleep. Called bestie, told her what the deal was. I assumed I'd wake him at like 6:45 and head over. 
Well...THAT didn't work. So I put him to bed. Called bestie, told her I wouldn't be coming over. Sad face. 
Kiddo woke up at 8. Hysterical. FREAKING OUT. Sinuses...crying, screaming...it sucked. I prayed for grace. I got it. I put Toy Story 3 in after doing what I could to make kiddo comfortable.
Then...while putting him into jammies...I saw the rash. For those of you that do not know-my kid is nearly transparent. He's super-pale and if you tickle him too hard his skin turns blotchy and red. So the rash around his undies waistband area didn't cause me to panic.  
Until it started spreading. There was no fever...he wasn't itching. Still no panic. Lots of Googling. Finally got him into bed at 11 pm. Exhausted. Not the Saturday night I expected. At all. 
Sunday morning...the rash had spread to his extremities, even his hands. He was acting totally normal so we went about our day. We got home and I checked him again. He was more rash than skin at this point. So I called my RN SIL. Sent her pics...she advised that we go to a clinic and get him checked out. With our insurance, an ER visit costs considerably less than those damn clinics. Off we went. DH had a soccer game, and since there was no cause for alarm, I took kiddo myself. 
Thank GOD for pediatric emergency rooms. He was checked out and given a hefty does of Benadryl. He passed out on the bed, and the nurses and I watched the rash almost totally disappear. I was given a prescrip for antihistamine and sent on my way (about 2 hours later). 
I am not afraid to tell you that it was only AFTER signing papers with a sleeping kid in my arms and AFTER the pharmacist told me I didn't have the correct insurance card and AFTER I talked to my husband...only then did I cry. And only for a second. 
Here is why:
'Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that testing your faith develops perseverance.' James 1:2-3
Kiddo slept for 14 hours last night. Amen. He is back to himself. I'm still calling the pediatrician for a follow-up. 
Whew