I miss my daughter. 

DD, my oldest child, will be 13 next month, and is away at her first Snow Camp for the weekend.  This is the first time she’s ever been away from home that did not involve family or just spending the night at a friend’s house. 

I’m not worried about her.  She is in God’s hands; and I trust the “human hands” of her chaperones.  I just miss her. ::sigh::

When the kids and adults were getting ready to leave from our church last night, one of the adults asked my DD, “Do you want to go say goodbye to your mom?”  (We had already said goodbye once.)

My little girl replied, “No.  I’m not one of those people who needs to say goodbye 10 times.”  icon_eek.gif 

The chaperone (a friend of mine) thought it was so funny she came and told me about it.  I went to my DD and said, “You may not be one of those people who needs to say goodbye 10 times, but I am!”  We both laughed.  And then I blew her and her friend who was sitting next to her in the SUV a bunch of kisses and said goodbye a bunch more times.  We all laughed.  Maybe I embarrassed her.  I’m a mom; it’s my job.   

She will be home tomorrow afternoon.  She will be grumpy.  The girl likes her sleep.  She won’t be getting much this weekend.  So, my grumpy girl will come home and go sleep in her room for the rest of the day.  I still won’t see her.   But she will be home.

I miss my daughter.

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Yesterday, we held our church picnic at Idlewild Park.  It started off as a wonderful day.  We got a goofy photo of the whole family flying downhill in the Loggin’ Taboggin on our way to getting soaked.  Rode a bunch of rides with friends and had some good food.  Well, mostly good food.

The day ended with my daughter in the ER.  DD is allergic to walnuts and pecans.  Someone brought chocolate chip cookies with walnuts chopped so finely we couldn’t see or taste them.  I even asked the man who brought them if there were nuts in them and he said no.  Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that you don’t ask the person who brings the food, you ask the person who makes the food; and if she’s not present (she wasn’t) you don’t eat the food. 

Initially, my daughter complained of a scratchy throat.  She had been eating potato chips and we were talking about food allergies with another girl who also has them.  DD is highly susceptable to the power of suggestion, so I figured she just didn’t chew her chips well enough and they scratched her throat, and now she was worried that she was having a reaction.  I assured her that there were no nuts in the cookies, so she decided there must be something weird about the chips and pitched them.  She headed off to ride the Loggin’ Taboggin again with some of the girls.  (It was right next to our pavillion.)  As she was riding my husband took another cookie, then brought me a tiny little crumb on his finger.  “Is this a nut?”  I cut it with my thumbnail and smooshed it between my fingers.  Honestly, I couldn’t tell.  DH went to find the girls, but they must have been on the ride. The girls got back from the ride and wanted to go to another area of the park with the mom of the other girl with allergies.  At this point, DD was acting fine and said her throat didn’t bother her anymore.  We all thought she was fine.  DH told the mom that if DD started complaining of stomach pain to call us and we traded cell phone numbers. 

DH and I headed off with our boys and another family of kids their age to the other side of the park.  10 minutes later my phone rang.  DD was not feeling well.  I left DH with the boys and headed across the park.  Her stomach hurt and she was feeling weak.  I gave her Benedryl and we waited.  She thought she was going to be sick so we went to the restrooms.  As we stood in the handicapped stall she looked at me and said, “Please pray.”  So, I held her; she cried; and I prayed.  She didn’t get sick, so we went back out to a bench.  She wanted to go home, but I told her to wait a little to see if the Benedryl would help.

We went back to our pavillion and she laid down on a bench.  I went over to the cookies, grabbed one, and began to take it apart crumb by crumb.  There they were, tiny as crumbs, and the same color as the dough: finely chopped walnuts.  I called my husband and told him to meet us at the van; we’re going home. 

The Benedryl seem to help, and I thought DD would be fine…until she threw up in the van on the way home.  (Fortunately, we had a bag handy.)  Then I thought she’d be ok since the stuff was out of her system.  As we continued down the road DD said, “I need to go to the hospital.”  She sounded funny.

I said, “Why?  Tell me what you feel.”

She answered, “My ton ith num.”

I called to the front of the van, “[DH] We’re going to [local hospital] Emergency Room.”  We were about 5 minutes away.

They took her back right away.  By that time she was covered in hives from her head to her hands, including her torso.  I’ve seen her get welt-like hives, but this time she was all red and blotchy.  She looked terrible.  Those were the doctor’s words.  He called it a “very bad reaction.” 

They put an IV in her hand and gave her steroids, more Benedryl, and Pepcid (to block hisamines in her stomach).  About an hour later she was looking much better.  Pale, but much better.  The Benedryl had also knocked her out. 

We were sent home with an Rx for liquid prednisone, which I can’t for the life of me get her to take; it’s that bitter.  I am currently waiting to hear back from our pediatrician’s office to see if we can get the pill form (which, according to what I read online, dissolves on the tongue and is also bitter).  Yes, I’ve tried putting it in something sweet.  At this point, I’m ready to sit on her and squirt it in her mouth.  I’m sure that will cause her 5 years of therapy in the future.  We have to do this once a day for 4 days.  If ever there was a downside to having healthy kids it’s that they never learn to take medicine. 

Just got a call back from the triage nurse at Children’s Hospital.  She said, “That liquid’s so nasty it’ll make anyone take a pill!”  She’s going to call our pediatrician (our doc is the one on call for the group, too, which is good – I love her), and will call in an Rx for the pill version.  I told DD that she is going to take it, even if it tastes like caca-poopoo-blechblechblech.  AHHH!!  Nurse just called back to say the Rx has been called in, and it’s a pill she can swallow, even in a mouthful of food, not the tongue dissolving kind.  YAY!!!  DD is feeling much more hopeful about the day.  So am I. 

So now I wait a bit and head out to the pharmacy.  I might wait until dinner, since DD has to take it with food.  Stop at the pharmacy, get her a cheeseburger from Wendy’s and get that pill in her. 

Time to give her more Benedryl. 

Ever want to put your kid in a bubble?

Just a little story to illustrate one of the many reasons that I homeschool, and how my DD12 is acquiring my sense of humor.

Yesterday, after church, my DD’s Sunday School teacher pulled me aside to tell me that during class he had used the word “allegorical,” then asked the students if any of them knew what allegorical meant.

My daughter raised her hand and answered, “Those are the people who believe in Al Gore’s theory of Global Warming.”

lmao

Her teacher thought it was the funniest thing he’s heard in a long time. thumbsup

I love pumping my kids full of “right wing propaganda” – erm, I mean the TRUTH. Unfortunately, most of the kids in her class get fed from the public school global warming slop bucket. rollingeyes

Hmmmm…think I’ll go add JunkScience.com to my blogroll.