Halle-freakin'- lujah

Notice the hand... puff-baby.

Once again, history is spared the worst of the visuals by the combination of my inability and unwillingness to photograph a sobbing baby that I am rocking endlessly. Plus, I seem to lack the lighting and/or mad photography skilz to record the peeling and sloughing of Pearl's skin. I shall descibe it for you...

"ew."

Her earlobes are scaley and peeling. The skin around her right eye appears deflated and both eyes are surrounded by peeling tissue. I have her greased up like a little piggy, but nothing could stop this peel... she was THAT rashy and THAT swollen.

A brief overview of Edema... her hands were so swollen, she could not grip a binkey or a ball. The ankle ID tag that, just days earlier would slide off if she pointed her toes: burst. The picture of her in the wagon... that's as far as she could open her eyes. She could no longer pee without a catheter. We had to go up a size of doobah to fit around her puffy legs. Swollen. I hated to move her because her legs and feet felt as if the skin would split if I was too rough.

She has run brief, low fevers the past two nights, followed by a new round of itchies... but it's manageable with the Zyrtec and Benedryl. She is eating and drinking on her own. She is voiding on her own. She is breathing on her own.

Barring a freak accident or a new, horrific allergy... we go home tomorrow.

Home.