
There is nothing worse than looking at your tiny damaged baby and knowing that you are the one who did this to her. The night that we were in St. George we walked across the street from our hotel to eat at Cafe Rio (pork salad, yummy yummy) (if you are familiar with the Wiggles you will know how to sing that last line).
After eating our delicious meal (
pork salad, yummy yummy) we walked next door to a frozen custard shop. We are standing in line to order and they have 3 choices. Vanilla, chocolate and razzleberry. Well vanilla is too boring, I am not a huge fan of chocolate ice cream so I ask them what razzleberry is. The girl tells me it is a mixture of strawberry and raspberry. Mmmmm. That sounds good, give me one of those in a cone. Well, they have no high chairs in the joint so I am eating my frozen custard while I am holding Addison. She is crying and clawing her way to my ice cream trying to get some.
Now any other mother who has birthed 4 children would probably go, hmmmm...lets see....babies can't eat eggs, honey, peanut products and what else.....oh yeah,
STRAWBERRIES
But since I have had 4 children my brain doesn't work that quick. It had been a whole 5 minutes since I had heard that there were strawberries in my ice cream so it was like I hadn't even heard it at all. And all I wanted to do was to get the baby to stop crying and trying to rip my skin off. So I let her eat the ice cream right off my cone thinking that it would be too cold for her lips and she wouldn't want anymore. WRONG. If I thought she was clawing her way to it before she tasted it, I was mistaken. That baby girl and I downed that ice cream like it was going out of style.
We finished and we all left to walk across the street to our hotel. Steve was carrying Addison and as we were about to cross the street he said "honey, she just threw up". I looked at her and about FREAKED OUT. Her lips were about 10 times too big and her face was all red and puffy.
Steve and I jumped in the car with her to take her to the Emergency Room and Steve's sister took the other kids to the hotel room. We did find out that St. George has a really nice ER and a very friendly staff. They took care of our baby for us. They wouldn't let us leave the ER until the swelling had gone down because they wanted to monitor her oxygen level to make sure her throat didn't swell up and cause her to stop breathing. We were in the ER for about 3 or 4 hours. This picture was taken after we were there for a while, so if you can imagine she was swollen even worse than this.