We May Never Know

What do you do when you find a massive rash on your child?

You probably decide to put something on it, watch it for a couple of days, and then determine how to proceed.

Me?

Simply put, I overreact.

 I tend to be a bit high strung.  In other words, wound a little too tightly.  Prone to panic, you might say.


For this reason alone, God has given me Chris.  My husband, aka my confidant who talks me down from the verge of panic.

To be fair to myself, I noticed it the day before on his legs. Just a little bit.  A small bit.  Then one night I was helping him get ready for bed and we took off his shirt.

"Chris!  CAN YOU COME LOOK AT THIS!"

No, nothing is ever a simple question.  It's always shouted loudly throughout the house.
I have unintentionally trained him in this because now he is believing if she is talking at a normal voice, she must not be talking to me.

Because I don't.

Talk, that is, in a normal voice.

So Sir had this rash that was growing.  It spread from his legs up onto his tummy and was creeping onto his chest.


My first thought, "My baby is going to die!"

What?

Oh, come on, like you haven't had those initial thoughts yourself!

This is extremely ironic since I think this about a simple rash, but when I hear them wailing outside where they could have fallen and broken a bone, I finish what I'm doing and saunter out.  Or if Squirt falls down the stairs and lands at my feet wailing, I  pick him up with one arm carrying him and the load of laundry in my other arm to the couch.

I'm telling you--I make no sense.

We decided to treat it ourselves.  Sir is 4 so, we decided to give him 1/2 teaspoon of oral (as opposed to topical) Benadryl and put some cortisone onto it.  Three days later, it is going away.

But what is it?