Since Jensen’s diagnosis of severe Atopic Dermatitis, Fiddledaddy and I have become something like Sherlock Holmes and his faithful sidekick, Watson. Trying to determine what sets the little guy off into an itching frenzy and all.
Besides all the LACK OF MOISTURE IN THE AIR. I thought this was Florida. The land of balmy armpits and larger than life hair.
We’ve had no measurable rainfall in something like 254 years, or days, I’ve lost count.
All I know is that I’m considering slathering lard on my face to ease the tension since my normal moisturizing routine is woefully insufficient.
The worse recipient of this intrusion of dry stale air is my boy. The last time I discussed Atopic Dermatitis on this blog, you all BROUGHT IT as far as recommendations. And believe me, I listened. And took copious notes.
During the most desperate of times we have had to put Jensen in a “wet suit” to stop his itching. That is, moisturize him like mad, put a pair of wet pajamas, wet socks for his hands and feet, and then finally a dry layer of clothes. And sometimes a little duct tape to keep everything in place.
Which almost always ends with, “Um, Mom, I need to go pee-pee.”
Also, we should own stock in Aquaphor. A tub of the stuff sells for $15.00 at Wal•Mart. FIFTEEN DOLLARS for fancy Vaseline. And I’m not kidding when I tell you that I blow through a jar a week. The large economy one.
Today I purchased a large tub of Vaseline for $4.00. Because we like to have disposable income for things like food. And electricity. And an occasional Girl Scout cookie.
Nights are the worst. Fiddledaddy and I take turns with him. Last night the little guy had a more horrible than usual bout with itching, and if Fiddledaddy got 10 minutes of sleep, I’m surprised.
Bleary eyed we looked at each other this morning, “This must be the worse part of the ‘for better or worse’ clause.” Then we drank a pot of coffee. Each.
We’ve deduced that since he spent time on the back porch yesterday, he may be allergic to something that the nature preserve (which backs up to our house) must have coughed up.
“Nature preserve” is just a fancy way of saying scary overgrowth that harbors rats and snakes and jacks up the price of your house if you’re a new homebuilder who doesn’t know any better.
My small boy is doing a little better now. He’s actually sleeping. And he’ll be going to the doctor tomorrow.
On a bright note, we decided on flooring for his room and will commence with operation carpet rip up this weekend. If you’ll recall, we had wanted to do the same peel-and-stick that we used in the master bedroom. It’s very beautiful and I love it, but just one problem.
It’s a little slick. We’ve all nearly suffered concussions from falling down in there. So we were back to square one with do-it-yourself flooring.
I still say rip up the carpet and install drains in the cement slab.
This is what we found. We’ll have to do it one room at a time as we can afford it. It may take 20 years, but it will be worth it.
I’m praying for a miraculous healing for my boy. But I’m also thanking God that his affliction is not life threatening.
And really, as far as the parents go, has anyone ever died from sleep deprivation?
Oh! I start my new job on Wednesday. I’ll tell you all about it later in the week. It will require an entire post to explain. But, I’m excited.