As in, PINK EYE.
Never had that before, round these parts.
What I wasn't prepared for when I saw my baby boy was how bad his eyes looked. Already, on Day 1, his eyes were worse than baby's had EVER gotten. I, however, being of the "nurse mom" variety that refuses to visit the ER unless it's for a heart attack or missing limb (well, and for abdominal pain, too, I've learned) dug my heels in and knew we'd have to weather the weekend until clinics opened up again on Monday.
Turns out, I work on today (Monday), so I thought I'd just wait and see how the day went and maybe shoot for a Tuesday doctor appointment...until...
Until Hambone was taking a bath and called me in, "Mama, I had a deer tick." he calmly told me and pointed to a funky looking spot on his butt.
I then rapid fired questions at him, "Are you SURE it was a deer tick?" "How big was it?" "Was there blood in it?" "Where is the tick?" "You FLUSHED it?!?!?!?!" "Next time, you need to show me!" "Oh, baby, your eyes." Okay, so yeah...they weren't all questions.
And thus, my doctor decision was made. Raging pink eye AND a tick bite? That calls for a little PTO for mama and a doctor appointment for the boy. (Thankful my job allows me that flexibility!)
In other news, when I mentioned that Hambone had pink eye, Baby Girl said, "Mama, he doesn't have pink eye...I have pink eye...HE has red eye."
Touché, Baby Girl, touché.