Gianotti Crosti Update

Thanks to a great neighbor, I can finally go back to posting on the ole journal.  I have some catching up to do.  Last I posted was on Friday.  We had a visit with our pediatrician and gave us a title to her bumps.  On Saturday, I can only assume that by the way she was acting, these bumps were painful.  If she was not on my lap or physically an arms length away from me, she would whine.  At one point during the morning, I did put in a favorite movie and she sat on the floor in one area, immobile, for over two hours.  I could tell that moving, crawling, sit-to-standing, or side-stepping was just painful.  I continued to give her Tylenol for pain.  On Sunday, we were again quarantined at home.  In the morning hours, she was again clingy.  I then decided that these now open sores needed to been seen by the doctor again.  It just didn't seem right not have any cream or medication for relief.  She just seemed miserable.  After her nap I got her up and she was a different child.  Her coloring was coming back to "baby pink"and her attitude and demeanor were more independent.  To say the least, I was a bit relieved as well.
On Monday, I noticed the bumps were still there but some were starting to almost peel off.  You could visibly see a scar starting to form.  We did not visit the doctor because she was acting more like herself.  She was very curious, into every cabinet in the kitchen, and pulling Abigail's hair when reachable.  On Tuesday, her nose was looking better because over the weekend the bumps had almost swollen her nostrils shut.  These scars/scabs were wiped away and her nose was looking more normal again.  It did help that were went to soccer practice and the cool breeze let all that yucky mucus fall.  When we got home, she had her pear shape nose back to normal.  :-)

She just loved this chair!

This morning when I got her out of bed, I noticed that a few of her finger tips were hard to the touch and white in color.  They almost looked like a burn trying to heal. I am hoping that it is just dead skin with new growth underneath.  We also had an early appointment with the orthotics.  I had bought Eva a new pair of shoes for obvious reasons so I had to get a new lift on the new shoe.  We arrived ten minutes early and Eric took her old shoe and new shoe to the shop-room.  We waited in the jungle themed room for about twenty minutes until he returned.  He handed us the shoe, said our good byes, visited the salt water aquarium in the waiting room, and finally we ventured back home.  I dropped off Eva to Dad and went off to the Y.  In between classes I went to the Child Watch area to get an information paper that they were handing out to parents.  It was a "Medical Alert" sheet.  It stated that there had been a minor outbreak of Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease (HMF).   I then spoke with the person in charge just to see if this sheet was solely about Eva.  She stated that there had been six confirmed cases of HMF and it's sister syndromes so far,  mine being number seven.
I left there and found out Granny was waiting at the house for my arrival for lunch.  She arrived just before I did so the girls were as always very excited to see her.  After a few minutes,  Eva gave her the finger death grip while Granny was walking her around, trying out the new shoes.  She said to me "I don't think the lift was done correctly, she still isn't walking straight".  I glanced at them, looked at Eva's feet, and said "@!*%!! He put the lift on the wrong shoe!"  My disappointing sigh was long and breathless.  I gave them a call and they said I could come in any time tomorrow to get it fixed.  It's a good thing my day is clear because I was wondering how spend my Thursday morning.  I guess putting another unwanted 40+ miles on my vehicle sounds invigorating.