...Darren yelled for me to get the Benedryl and come upstairs. NOW! For those of you who don't know my gentle husband...he very rarely...if ever...yells at me to do anything NOW! I ran up the stairs and saw Caleb's little face swelling before my eyes. I got the Benedryl in him...decided his eyes were swollen shut...and we were calling 9-1-1! I've never called them before! They were FAST...here in three minutes.
Long story very shortened (cuz I didn't get home from the ER until 1 AM)...he has bronchial pneumonia and the slight allergic reaction to the dusty flour put him over the edge. He is on the nebulizer, antibiotics and no cold air (so no outside) for two weeks! Poor lambie! MomE is feeling rotten...like she should have known something she didn't! Dr's can be really good at making you feel this way!
Our sweet neighbors are retired and were at our door before the squad left. They asked to help...she cleaned my kitchen, my floors, my bathroom and he played blocks with Emma. God was sooooo good to send us family when we needed some close! Praise HIM!