Thursday, July 21, 2016

Derrick's Class Reunion

Mild Measles and Exploding Milk

I feel so guilty that I haven't been blogging for Gideon.

Here's what's happened lately.  On July 8th, he went in for his well check and got his one-year vaccinations--Prevnar, Hep A, MMR, Varivax.  Although he cried initially (and yelled vengefully out the partially open door after the nurse), the shots didn't really seem to bother him at all...

Until the following Wednesday.

On July 13th, Gideon woke up from his afternoon nap and started behaving strangely.  He was breathing really fast.  Then he started to get a little hot.  I found a weird mark on his torso.

We took him to the doctor (not our actual pediatrician, but another at the practice).  His temp (at 100.2) was only slightly elevated.  The doctor checked him out very thoroughly.  He seemed to be breathing normally to her.  She said the mark on his torso was a mosquito bite.

I asked, "If he does get a reaction from the varivax vaccine, will it look like normal chicken pox?"

"No," she replied.  "It will look more like a mosquito bite."

For the next two nights, he ran fever.  It seemed high to me, but we were supposed to call again if it got to 103, which it never did.  Still I think 102.something is quite high enough, thank you.

He was cranky and miserable while he had the fever, but dosing him with Infant Motrin made a pronounced difference in his overall behavior.

Saturday, his fever seemed gone, though he was still a little cranky.  We went to Derrick's 20-year high school class reunion on a ranch near Llano.  It was lovely out there.  Quite hot, though.  Gideon started to get a rash on his face.  Just as we were leaving, he threw up, but I suspect that's because I gave him every Juicy Juice box I could find squirreled away in the car.  (There were quite a few because I never seem to remember where I have them and always grab one when I leave.)  He was incredibly flushed but refused everything but grape juice.  He probably drank around seven four ounce boxes of pure grape juice, which is really enough to make anyone hurl.  His rash went away that night.

When he woke up the next morning, he was in a very cheerful mood...and he was covered in a full body measles rash (clearly a measles rash) that kept getting worse and worse and got much worse before it got better.  The nurse on the phone had told us since he had fever, he would likely get a rash, so we were prepared for this.  They said it would probably be on his torso and last 2-3 days.  It did last 2-3 days, but it was on his torso, back, face, neck, groin, arms, legs, hands, basically everywhere.  Not (as far as I could see) on his scalp or actual genitals.  He kept punching himself in the ears because it was the worst behind his ears and clearly itched.

Yesterday, it was finally (mostly) gone!  Today he seems fine.

To me it seems like to prevent him from getting the measles, they gave him the measles.  I mean, he was listless, didn't eat, had a fever, then was cranky with a horrible rash.

But anyway, it's gone now.

All of this was particularly nerve wracking because of the timing.  Usually, we do nothing, but July 15th was my dad's birthday.  So Thursday, we got Grayson early, and my sister came down for the weekend.  Then Friday night, we actually met up with my good friend Brandy from high school (who I'd not seen since I was fifteen) and her friend Ernest.  (I inadvertently took us to what has to be the noisiest restaurant in Austin, but it was still really good to see her, and the kids were delighted to learn tips for playing Pokemon Go from them.)  And then Saturday was Derrick's reunion, and Sunday we had Dad's party.

Normally Gideon is the easiest baby in the world, so easy to take places, and always happy to behave if there's something to eat.  Measles Gideon was not quite so easy.  Plus as he developed new symptoms, I would start to worry.  I can't help myself.  And if you look up anything online, it always ends with, "And then he got autism."

But he's fine now (and does not appear to have newly developed autism).

I'm realizing I need to catch up on so much.  Penelope and I have been doing a country project this summer.  We had planned to study one foreign country a week leading up to the Olympics.  Instead, we got started on Australia early (even before school ended) and then finally got sick of it.  For the past month or so, we've been doing France.  All we've really done is read Poisson Un, Poisson Deux, Poisson Rouge, Poisson Bleu, learn colors, learn parts of the body/face, watch Amelie, go to La Madeleine, make Madeleines, and watch videos of people breaking into forbidden sections of the Parisian catacombs to have secret raves.  So we're really less studying than eating and watching our way through France.

We'll probably do Greece after that and then just call it a summer.  (Basically, we're just doing stuff related to the country until she gets sick of it.)

We swim every day, and we get Gray every weekend (often for a long weekend).

In other important news, on the way home from Llano Saturday, we bought a small container of milk to fill Gideon's bottle.  There were just maybe two or three ounces left in the bottle.  (I'm terrible at estimating quantities.)  I thought we threw it away when we got home.  Apparently, it got buried under a pile of junk in the front seat.

Yesterday afternoon, we prepared to drive to the pool, and the car suddenly smelled like rotten fish vomit.  At first we thought it was from when Gideon spat up the grape juice--surely a delayed effect.  Then Derrick found weird white spots in the driver's seat.  I had driven the car last--to and from the pool late Tuesday night.

"I have no idea what that is," I said.  "It wasn't there last night.  I didn't do it."

After a beat, he realized that the apparent bird droppings on the outside of the windshield was actually white goop on the inside of the windshield.  Finally he began to understand.

"The milk exploded," he told me.

After a long search, we found the bottle.  The milk basically shot up and never came back down.  White upward streaks are all over the front seat.  The bottom of the pull out cup holder console below the stereo is coated in goop.


On the plus side, the rancid stench brought back memories of our Disney trip in 2010 when our Camry had the same odor because of Penelope's spilled milk that soaked into the floor mats for two days while we were in the park.  Man was that ever a stinky trip to the beach!