So the gang’s all here.

It was a close call, but we made it to Florida for our annual end-of-summer vacation.  My little family would not be who we are if some sort of high drama (and I do mean drama of the highest order) did not rear its ugly little head at the worst possible moment.

IMG_0391Last week, Lady Drama served up a trip to the emergency room with my son, with a parting gift of Scarlet Fever.  And that was just 24 hours before we were to leave for our trip.  That’s right–bags packed, tickets paid for (including Bink’s), boxes of what I call our “life supplies” shipped, and here Jaxon and I were lying snuggly on a twin-sized hospital bed awaiting the results of a throat culture.

Because Jaxon was running a low-grade fever for a couple of days, but had not been coughing at all, I expected a diagnosis of no more than a cold.  But what really had me worried was the splotchy red rash that suddenly appeared the afternoon before our emergency room visit, and covered almost his entire little body.  That’s what made me jostle him out of bed at 5:45 in the morning, throw something on the both of us, and jet to the hospital.  So when the doctor walked into the room and said, “It’s Scarlet Fever,” I looked at him like he was welcoming a stripper to the stage.

I definitely heard of the illness before, but I had never actually encountered anyone with it (at least that I knew of).  My mind raced as I tried to recall what I had heard about the condition.  Wasn’t it some early century disease for which people had to be quarantined? Didn’t people go blind from it?  And my biggest question–how the hell did my baby get it?

After I got my boy home and in bed, I went straight to the source upon whom I always rely whenever I need explanation of a medical condition: WebMD.  I was relieved to read that Scarlet Fever is no more than strep throat accompanied by a fever which causes a rash all over the body.  Nothing debilitating or life-threatening if cared for properly.  According to the site, within 24 hours of taking antibiotics, Jaxon would no longer be contagious.  That was just the amount of time that we needed to make our flight and not turn the airplane into a cabin of viral infection.

While Jaxon sat in my lap and played with the window shade, and Bink rested quietly in her carrier, I sipped on Dunkin Donuts coffee and let out a quiet sigh of relief.  Yet another crisis conquered.

Even when life has my little clan somersaulting in mid-air, somehow, someway, we always seem to land on our feet; although wobbly ones at times.  That’s just us.  And blessed we are.

 

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