Wednesday, July 07, 2010
The day after the fireworks, Jack woke up with one eye swollen shut.
In our usual cool and collected style, Ben and I freaked. I mean, look at the kid! he was like a baby Quasimodo.
The pediatrician on-call at our HMO's urgent care clinic had no clue what was wrong. He said it could be the beginning of a stye (ew!) or a bug bite. He didn't actually think bug bite, though, because there was no evidence of a bite anywhere.
Jack was happy enough, stopping only occasionally to rub his face on the carpet or on a blanket or up against my leg and say "Ow. Eye. Me eye. Ow." Then he'd get worried that we were going to treat his owie in some way, so he'd shake his head and hold up an index finger and totally contradict himself. "No ow," he'd assure us earnestly. "No ow. Me eye. Ow no ow."
Clearly, he woke up worse on the 4th. We tried to make him keep some ice on it, and we gave him ibuprofen for the swelling. After nap, there was marginal improvement, and by Monday, he was good to go.
As the swelling went down, we noticed a teeny bite right near the outer corner of his lid, next to the lash line. It looked more spider than mosquito, which means he probably got it in bed-- which makes sense since he went down fine and woke up maimed. EEEEEEEEW.