My baby’s life has changed forever. The poor little guy, we found out today, is allergic to penicillin. Sunday night he was really whinny and cranky and just not happy and when I got him ready for bed, it looked like he had crawled through a bed of ants. He had little red spots all over his torso and under his arms and I’m sitting there thinking, “now where in the world could he have got these?” He was in the house or car with us all day long. He didn’t play outside, so is something in the house? I couldn’t find anything and it was bedtime so we went to bed. I told Ms. Tee about them in the morning and asked her to just keep an eye on him. When I picked him up last night she said that she had given him Benadryl because he was trying to itch and that seemed to help him. She also said that it seemed like they were spreading. I showed my mom before I put Mikhai’s pj’s on and she about had a canary right there. She was talking all “dooms-day-ish”. You better take him in before he stops breathing! She can be so dramatic some times.

He did not sleep well at all though. He fussed for the majority of the night and then was up from 3:00 am until I gave him Motrin at 4:30 am. I was not a very happy camper this morning. Mom got mad at me too, because krys woke me up and I promptly fell back asleep. She came in ten minutes later and had to tell my name several times before I heard her. (oops!) :o)

So at 7:00 when I got in the office I called and made an appointment. The nurse weighed him (23 pounds with his clothes on) and then she asked if he has any allergies that we know of. I said that’s what we’re here to find out. “Oh.” As soon as the doctor walked in the room and saw his back and his legs she said he had an allergy to something. After talking about when I noticed it and what antibiotic he’s been taking she said then that he was allergic to penicillin. He’s got little targets all over his poor little body and the ones around his waist where the diaper rubs are huge because they have been irritated so much. The good thing about this office visit was we found out that his ears look wonderful. :o) She said just to give him Benadryl and put cream on his spots until the rash is gone. We also have to make sure that he stays cool because heat will encourage the rash. I’m thinking of buying a box fan or something to help cool our bedroom down because the last two nights it has been like a sauna in there, even with the ceiling fan on high. She also said that he can break out for up to two or three weeks so don’t worry if this shows up again. (I really love this doctor. I come out of her office feeling so much better about the visit, even when she tells me something this major.)

Before we left the nurse pricked Mikhai's finger to do blood work and put a band-aide on it. Let me tell you, that didn’t last but MAYBE three minutes. As soon as she put it on his finger he was trying to put it in his mouth. And I was trying to keep it out of his mouth. That must have been a sight to see. Him with his finger trying to towards his mouth and me trying valiantly to pull his hand away. Needless to say, I lost. I can’t gather the purse and diaper bag, pay the co-pay AND keep his finger out of his mouth. It just doesn’t work.

I called all the immediate family members who might ever have Mikhai and need to take him to the hospital about his allergy. I also told Ms. Tee and called the pharmacy too. Have to make sure ALL my bases are covered. I don’t want anything like this to happen again. I dreaded telling mom though. Once she makes a statement and it is found that she is right, oh boy, she lets you know she was right. Exact quote from her today, “I told you it was an allergic reaction!” Yes, mother, you’re right, as always, now will you shut up so I can finish telling you about our visit?!?! Sheesh!

My mom just called me because (she has the day off and she picked mikhai up from ms. tee's early) she just found the fifth tooth. while i was on the phone with her, my boss walked by so i told her and she said "you have little piranha there, don't ya?" lol

okay, back to my son.

in an attempt to have mikhai realize that the dark is not a bad thing and so he won't be afraid of it when he gets older, we say "good-bye light" whenever one is turned out and the room goes dark. i say good-bye light and mikhai waves bye-bye to the light. it's really rather adorable.

Disclaimer: I’m really pissed. So pardon the language if any of it is offensive.

NOW the brakes on my truck are getting fixed because dad tried to drive it yesterday and was having a hard time stopping. He was afraid to drive on the highway for fear that he might have to stop fast and he wouldn’t be able to. Hmmm…I believe I tried to tell them something along those lines on Friday, but I guess what I say doesn’t matter. I don’t know what I’m talking about apparently. Krys threw a fit because last night mom and dad were supposed to go to her open house at school and dad had to stay home and work on the brakes. She told mom, “I thought dad said he would work on the brakes when he wanted to!” Mom said, “He has to fix them now, or do you want him to be killed?” WTF?!?!?!?!?! My son and I are chopped liver? It’s okay, I can drive it and get in a wreck, not big deal. But DAD! Oh, no. We can’t allow that to happen. (hmpf, I’m just a little miffed/pissed/hurt/etc.)

Mom all makes a big deal about having to pick Mikhai up from ms. Tee’s and going ALL the way back up to the hardware store…..umm, the damn store is 5, MAYBE 10 minutes from our house. From the way she was talking, I thought we were going to have to go up to way north Arlington or something like that. When we’re at the store, she pays for the stuff. I asked her on the way home why she did that. She was afraid I was going to be overdrawn in the bank…woman, let ME worry about my bank account, okay?! She said, “you’ll just have to pay me back.”

Dad finally gets home and starts to work on the truck. After a little bit, he decides that it’s not just the brake pads. It’s the rotator disk and the “thing” (he said what it was but I don’t remember) that encases it and that there is a leak in brake fluid. So he’s gonna have to go to the store and buy all these parts. He calls mom while he is there and said something and mom’s reply was, “well she’ll just have to pay us back.” When he got home he didn’t have all the parts. He had to order one, so my truck is in pieces in the garage.

Why the hell am I having to pay for all this shit? I like to think it’s my truck, but if possession is nine-tenths of the law, I never have owned the damn thing. I drive it MAYBE twice a month. That’s it. I still don’t know how much I’m going to have to “pay back”.

I could really do some damage to a punching bag right now. There is all this negative energy that is wanting release. It’s gonna come out somehow…..and if I had my way right now, it would be against my mother, but I will be good and not do anything to her.

Mikhai went for his 9 month check-up on Friday. He is 28 ½ inches and weighs 21 pounds and 8 ounces. The doctor said that he is in the 65-70th percentile for his age. So he’s a little bigger than average, but he’s proportionate. Overall, he’s healthy….except for his right ear. We went on the 10th and he had an ear infection so he was on antibiotics, but when we saw Dr. Sampson on Friday, she said that his ear is still not cleared up as well as she would like. And he got a yeast infection from the Omnicef (the antibiotic that he just finished). So she put him on a different antibiotic and gave us a prescription for a cream for the yeast infection. This is Mikhai’s fourth round of antibiotics and the ear infections have spanned about 2 ½ months. She said that if this round of antibiotics does not work, she is referring us to a specialist and (worst case) he might have to get tubes in his ear. I REALLY hope things don’t come to that because our insurance sucks! I’m still trying to pay the hospital from when he was born.

Also on Friday, Aunt Debbie and Sarah got here. (They came down from Michigan.) We went over to Grama Rose’s to see them and have dinner. Sarah make Mikhai a “Curious George” blanket. It’s two fleece blanket’s that she cut fringe on the edges and tied them together. It’s really cute and soft and kinda matches Mikhai’s personality…..curious….lol.

Mom really hurt me when we got home, though…. The brakes on my truck are bad. (and does dad bother to tell me?…..no!) So all day Friday, I was driving around with bad brakes, with Mikhai in the truck with me. It wasn’t too bad, I just took a little extra time to slow down and stop. Well on the way home from Grama’s, it was still raining and my brakes were not enjoying it. We pulled up to an intersection and I heard something pop with the brakes and I couldn’t get any grip and I was afraid that I was going to go through the intersection on a red light. It took me pushing the pedal all the way to floor to get any grip. What really scared me about that was the fact that I had Mikhai in the truck with me and if I hadn’t of got any purchase from the brakes, we would have gone into the intersection and been hit. I crawled home from that point on. When I got home, I was coming down from the adrenaline high and started to tear up. Mom saw and asked why I was crying. I told her we almost coasted through an intersection. “well that’s no reason to cry.” I tried to tell her that I was scared and the brakes popped and it took me pushing the pedal all the way down to stop (and I wasn’t even going fast...I had taken my foot off the gas to slow down like that way before the light), but she jumps right in with “well next time you might want to slow down and take a little more time” (stab one) Then I said that I need to take my truck in and get the brakes looked at and fixed. “why do you want to do something stupid like that?” (stab two) “cuz I’m not driving it again like that” (her tone is now snotty) “I understand that, but why would you take it somewhere where it’s going to cost you $200-$300 when your dad can fix it if you ask him to?” (umm, let’s see….because he’s been driving it, for how long now, and he hasn’t done anything about it yet. He didn’t even bother to tell me about it so I could do something about before I almost killed us.) (stab three) At this point I’m so mad that I can’t get anything out and she walks away. Why does she think I’m an imbecile? I don’t drive the damn thing every day, so I don’t know what’s going on with it. If I don’t know what’s going on, how can I get it fixed?!?!?! Then later I heard her talking to dad about it and I just wanted to slap her. She made me sound like a little baby about the whole thing. Fine, dad can kill himself in it, that’s fine with me, but I refuse to drive it again until he fixes the brakes. I will not put my son in that position again. (I really need out of her house.)

Saturday we went to Aunt Diane’s for dinner and got to see Kimmy and Larry. Larry is walking so well. I can’t believe that he will be a year in less than a month. Larry was not feeling well, so we didn’t let him and Mikhai have too much to do with each other. I don’t need Mikhai to get sick again. I don’t have the time to take off of work to take care of him.

Sunday we were back over at Grama Rose’s for a turkey dinner and more laughter. Sarah is not afraid to speak her mind. If she has something to say, she’ll say it. She got my mom yesterday with that mouth. Grama has this trash can that, if you wave your hand over this sensor, the lid will open. Well, Sarah was standing by the trash can and every time she would move, her butt would activate the sensor causing everyone to laugh. My mom was giving her a hard time about it at one point and Sarah said, “well, you’re butt’s bigger than mine so you shouldn’t be talking.” Mom tried to laugh it off, but you could tell she wasn’t too happy about it. (Oh well. I thought it was hilarious!) Sarah kept saying that it’s okay if she pisses someone off, she goes back to Michigan in a week. That girl is a nutcase.