As They Grow Up

Well, Kanga started walking. She walked for dad ages ago, for Matt soon after that, but wouldn't walk for anyone else! Well June 22nd off she went at S*S! Back and forth even it was histarical!

Weeks have gone by, but almost to the day she's decided maybe this walking thing is okay. Slow, but okay. :)

(Excuse my type-os in this post, as you can likely guess my finger is bunged up.)

Sunday at my baseball game, my finger was hurt. It was stupid. I made sure I was in perfect position for the grounder, turned and went down on my knee to make sure I had my body in front of the ball, and the darn thing rolled up my glove so I missed it. I tried to grab it with my other hand and it dinged my finger. Well, at the time, it hurt and I turned to get the ball, looked down and said, "I'm bleeding." Chris, the team's short stop, looked at my finger, told me I was now dripping and to go to the bench. I suppose I was in a bit of shock, because I had no intention of going in!

I jogged to the bench, said to the girl there that my finger was bleeding and off to second she went. I put my glove down and asked Matt if he had a bandaid. He said, no and to get over there so he could check me out. I thought it was just my fingernail, as that was why I was bleeding. It was pretty much torn off, and I was annoyed as all get out that I couldn't play.

I got cleaned up, sat a couple fast innings while that happened, and then finished the first game. I headed out for the second, as I couldn't really hold a bat, and I was feeling a bit light headed. Shhh, don't go telling everyone! ;)

Well, meet day two. My right ring finger is the size of my thumb, purple, and no longer moves. I broke it. Not badly enough that it didn't move right after I hurt it and convince myself that it wasn't broken, but now it doesn't move, it's gigantic, and hurts from the tip to my wrist. Apparently if you jam your finger, crack the bone and give it a good sprain (my pinky is still sore too) then there's a chain reaction back to your wrist! Go figure Einstein! *lol*

Anyway, it's now Wednesday, and I can move it for the most part. The nail is getting pretty gross as expected before the thing falls off. Still pretty swollen, but if I didn't keep typing then it'd likely be better faster! ;)

On Sunday, mum took me to IKEA for my birthday! It was fun although a long drive! :) I am however a practical gal, and while there were lots of things there I would love to get, until I have my very own house to set up, vs a rental, there really isn't a point. I got a bath mat, cheese graters, dish rack, and that sort of thing. I also got my very own blue ghosty (check IKEA.ca and search spooka to see him). Kanga got a canopy and a new mobile she picked out herself. It has six fishies and they hang from a blue star. I got it hung up on Monday and pined the mobile to the inside so she can see it up there. Well, she's slept through the night ever since. Every night and nap time, she sees her fishies and wants to lay down in her cocoon to go to sleep. It's amazing! My little girl is getting so grown up! She's just awoken from her nap though, so I have to go get her. Awaking and saying Hi is much nicer than screaming too! YAY!

Well, it has now been two weeks since the accident. Almost healed, but she is still picking at the bit of peeling skin. What happened? Well let me tell you.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009 @ 8:40am
Monkey, "I want to help you cook breakfast!"
Me, "I'm just making tea, and your toast will be ready soon. Don't get the stool out."
The stool is pulled out and Monkey is now standing beside me as I turn off the burner and move the kettle back to get his toast.
"Get you toast so I can cut it for you."
Monkey brings me his toast and sits down. I pour my tea, and pass him his toast. I hear a scream.
"No you didn't!"
Monkey, "Yes she did!"
I turn. Kanga has climbed up the stool and put her hand on the burner.

She has three rings on the palm of her hand where she has burned her hand. The top one is the worst, as she pushed with that part of her hand the most. It did blister and peel.

I took her to the doctor at the walk-in again. She said it was superficial 2nd degree (i.e. blistering, but no nerve damage) and to keep it clean and give her tylenol. By the afternoon she was crawling around and didn't care anymore.

Over the last week she's been picking at it, but no infections happened, and it's healing well. I'd say she learned her lesson, but she's one. She's not likely to remember this at all! It could have been a lot worse. At least the burner had been off for a few minutes and wasn't red hot, and at least she didn't get both hands!

Alas allergy season is upon us and poor Kanga is once again experiencing symptoms. Last spring I asked her doctor if there was anything I could do to ease her nightly stuffiness and coughing. Last fall she got a horrible cough that we were sure would turn into croup. This spring, she got stuffy right before her birthday party, and hasn't been run free since.

Well, last week, on Wednesday, her cough got bad enough for me to seek medical attention, so I had the option of an emergency room for 3-4hrs, or a walk-in clinic. You can guess which one I chose! She was just in for her 1 year check up the week before, the cough was there, and the runny nose was at 4 weeks, but her doctor said she was fine. Maybe she was, but my own allergies went crazy the weekend between, so I can understand hers getting worse too. Her runny nose was never yellow, green, etc. so that makes me think it was always allergies.

Anyway, Wednesday we went to the doctor, and he said he was worried about her, listened to her chest for about 5 minutes, her crying all the while (good inhalation that way though!), asked if she has asthma or any family history of it, and carefully chose the medicine he wanted her to take from his book. He gave her azithromycin for her cough (thought she had bronchitis) and a Ventolin syrup for her tightness.

Off to the pharmacy...Well, they had the azithromycin no problem, but no Ventolin syrup. We got an alternative, and it was delivered to our house after she got to bed. As soon as she woke up I gave her medicine to her, and back to sleep she went.

In the morning she had her medicine, well wore it more accurately. She got enough of her Ventolin wanna-be to be able to breathe better, and her breathing had only gotten worse as the night went on. I had to give her a second dose of the azithromycin though (good thing there was an extra!) because she spit out ALL of the bright red syrup.

Anyhow, the doctor also said he wanted us to bring Kanga back to the office in 3 days to see how she was doing, and prescribed 3 days of the Ventolin syrup. On Saturday, we got another pediatrician, and she recommended we continue the Ventolin. She was not congested at all, but still had tightness in her chest. I said we would need more as the first doctor had only prescribed 3 days worth, and mentioned that the pharmacy had given us an alternative to the original script as they didn't have any Ventolin syrup in stock. She asked us to get the pharmacy to call her, and I brought up the fact that Kanga wasn't really taking it! We would try and she would spit it back out... This is when inhalers were brought back up. It would be much easier to get the medicine into her if she took a huge crying breath in while fighting an AeroChamber rather than spitting syrup in my face that has to go all through her body before getting to her tight bronchioles.

Off to the pharmacy! :) We picked up her inhaler and AeroChamber, gave her the first dose, and there is a definite difference. The second pediatrician also briefly talked about if the cough doesn't subside quickly enough, then we may have to start a steroid inhaler as well. Sounding a lot like my baby girl has allergen induced asthma, but only time will tell.