Tales from the Trenches: Rashy skin strikes again

Our poor child.  The dear would break out into a rash if the wind shifted slightly. 

Last night, she was taking a bath.  She called me in.  "Mom, you have to come here."  "K-, use your words."  "No, you have to come here."  "Really, you need to talk to me about what you want."  (She thinks I have to be there all. the. time.)  "Mom, but it is really impordant!"  (Misspelling to show how she said it.) 

My heavens, the child's thighs were broken out into an ink-blotty rash.  It was itching her and for some reason, it was beginning to make her panic.  I explained that it was all okay, I'd give some Benedryl and all would be well. 

Then I walked away and took a very deep breath and tried not to start to panic myself. 

I gave Benedryl.  It didn't really help with the appearance of the rash, but it did help with the itch.  At least that was something.

I checked it several times before bed.  It actually got darker.  When I awoke in the middle of the night (a couple of times because I was concerned), I prayed much.

This AM, I'm glad to report that it was lighter and a bit of it had disappeared.  We had concluded that she was having some sort of allergic reaction to something and that she didn't have some communicable disease.  (Though, I did look things up on the CDC last night.)  I put her in tights (it was 56 F as a high this morning anyhow) and sent her to school.  I threatened her not to tell people she had a rash, because I didn't want people to think that she brought the Bubonic Plague to the local elementary. 

Hubs called after he picked her up from school.  He called to report that the rash was almost all faded.

Thank goodness.  :wiping the brow:

Smiles in my day:
-  A rash that is only a rash.
-  My good friend, Laurie, fixed sleeves on a new coat of K-'s.  It is dark pink with a polka dotted lining.  She was so excited for it.
-  Hubs working hard on wood work.

Have a great day!