I was *THAT* kind of mom

I think everyone knows someone like this. Someone who feels they have a concussion every time they bump their head. Or that every cold must be the start of pneumonia. And that every scrape probably requires stitches. Well, this week, I had the opportunity to participate in my own hypochondriac episode when Gianna was unfortunate enough to get stung twice. First I'll explain what happened, and then I'll explain how it happened in my own mind:

Jay had her outside while playing with Jamison and since it seems this year that our house has been quite the cozy living quarters for every wasp along the Wasatch Front, somehow Jay got stung once and Gianna ended up getting stung twice all at the same time. Whether it was a swarm or the same bee (don't they only sting once?), I don't know, but Jay didn't even get to see what happened. All of a sudden Gianna started screaming her head off. Jay brought her inside and stripped her down trying to find if she was stung since he felt like he was and there were two stings on her arm. Her arm was bright red and her arm was swollen around where the stings were. I called the pediatrician who said we needed to watch for difficulty breathing and abnormal swelling. She wore herself out completely from all the crying and fell asleep. Since I was unconvinced that we could monitor her breathing appropriately in her sleeping state, I tried to wake her up, but she was not having any of that. Despite Jay's assurance that all was well, I made us take Gianna in to InstaCare where they could reassure me that she was all right. By the time we arrived, she was peacefully sleeping in her car seat while they checked us in. When we went back into the exam room, she woke up and cheerfully kicked around and smiled at Jamison who was trying to talk to her. The doctor came in to this happy scene and when we tried to show him the stings on her arm, the swelling was completely gone, as was the bright redness of her arm and it looked like we were looking at two very small dots on her arm. Needless to say, I felt a little dumb and Jay has been mocking me ever since.

Now, for how the scene played out in my mind:

I was working downstairs on the computer when I suddenly heard murderous screams coming from my baby girl. I ran upstairs only slightly panicked and found Jay examining her. When he turned her over, we saw two HUGE stings that had completely swelled up her arm turning it bright red. I quickly called the pediatrician who told me that stings can be deadly when you don't know if they are allergic and that I needed to monitor her closely for difficulty breathing abnormal swelling which I took to mean signs of a deadly allergic reaction. Shortly after this, Gianna abruptly stops crying and her eyes roll back and she's out cold. Clearly this means she can't breathe and is probably unconscious so I rush to wake her up but she is so weak, she is unable to keep her eyes open or stay awake. I feel the only solution is probably to rush her to the Emergency Room, but my insensitive husband feels that she's just tired. As a compromise, he agrees to take her to InstaCare. We rush to the van and speed away at 30 mph towards the doctor. However, interestingly enough, by the time we get there, she has made a miraculous recovery and is pretty happy about her little world...

So, I'm hoping that this incident was a one-time thing and I can see future events much more clearly. :)

And for all of you waiting for pictures (yes I KNOW this was another post without pictures), I am working on them as we speak and they should be up soon!

***EDIT***
K, for all those who need pictures, I've added a bunch of pictures to my main site: www.jayandjaneal.com. Click on Pictures!