The Best Laid Plans...

Well, our evening didn't go as we had planned.
Despite an offer from Nana to babysit -- we didn't plan to head to town. We decided to hang around our sleepy town. Cash in a bandana's birthday giftcard from Aunt Stuf. Then to head home with a movie for the bigs & a movie for the littles.

Well, not being one of spontanaeity, and, of all of the dumb & stupid ideas, we decided to head to a little (newish) ice cream shop down on Main St.

As we walked into the cute (orange & yellow tiled floored, which I LOVED) soda shop look alike, Flynn was lit up like Christmas. We'd never done anything like this. But deceived by our good fortune lately, we thought we might branch out.

We immediately addressed the person who appeared to be the most 'in charge'. She seemed knowledgeable about this one particular sorbet & swore it to be milk-free. She obliged us when we asked to read the ingredients. And, I quickly gave my order to another employee to go help the littles find a 'clean' place to plop down.

We gingerly gave Flynn a nibble, from one of those tiny sampling spoons. We made her wait a few minutes before another nibble. And after not an inkling of a reaction, we allowed her to go hog-wild (or would that be cow-wild?!).

Two minutes into our seemingly pleasant ice cream visit. Jeff, who was sitting across from her at a table for two, calls over to me, "Honey, look at her lips!!".
So, she comes running to me & jumps in my lap (which is a tail-tale sign that it's not going well & she's feeling that feeling of strangeness). Sure enough, a mouth full of welts surrounding her even poutier pouty lips.

Jeff grabs her medicine bag, we give her a dose of benadryl. And watch her response. I decided to run to the car w/ her (tired of the staring), and on the way she started wheezing. This would've typically freaked me out, yet she's been having asthma flare ups with our poor air quality (thanks Hurricane Ike).

Jeff & Gabe were shortly behind us. I asked him to jump in the back with the kids while I jumped in the driver's seat & headed away from our one-horse hospital toward the city (& the reputable medical places).

We knew it wasn't a bad one. Her breathing didn't seem affected (save for the normal asthmatic wheezing), her tongue wasn't swollen. She wasn't drooling & her digestion didn't seem affected. But, it was a Friday night & I didn't want to wait all weekend for her to be seen. It just feels better to get a medical opinion.

As we were passing an exit, about 20 minutes from here, which has an urgent care, I felt like we should just go there. Knowing the severity (or lack of) of this particular episode, I figured this might do the trick. Nothing committal or heavy duty. Just an on duty physician who can check her & someone to get her vitals.

Jeff agreed, so we took her there.

Thank goodness it wasn't an emergency (urgent, my behind!). We were immediately taken to a room, where we waited for another 15 or so minutes. Saw a nurse, then waited another 5 or so for a doctor. When the dr came in (who couldn't have been any older than me), she listened to her lungs, said they sounded fine, then started writing the discharge papers.

"Um, could you at least check her mouth, her airway?"

"Oh. Sure....
Yep, looks great. Good job Mom."

Okay. ?

Then, patted us on the back & said, "See you later." (hope not!)

And that my friends, was the first & last time we visit an ice cream shop.