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Well, it’s not really chicken pox, but it looks like it.  And we were afraid it was.

Friday night we sat outside and enjoyed visiting with our neighbors, watching the kids ride bikes, blow bubbles and run around.  The weather was IDEAL.  The grass was green…It was lovely.  After dark, we came in and found that we had all been bitten by mosquitoes.  Even the baby had 4 or 5 bites on his head.  I was so sad…I hated that he had been bitten.  The next day we started counting more bites…by Sat evening we had seen 10 on his little body.  I felt terrible (there goes my "Mother of the Year" award!). 

Sunday we got up and went to church and I spotted more.  And by the time I got home and did a body check, he had 26+ "bites".  On his knuckles, his belly, his bum, his head, his ear, etc.  It was awful!

I decided to take him to urgent care and the pediatrician thinks it’s an allergic reaction to the initial 4-5 bites from Friday night.  So he’s on Benadryl.  Poor baby…I feel terrible. 

Spending Mother’s Day at the Urgent Care is all too fitting for a mother of boys, don’t you think?