These were the words I heard over and over again yesterday... after our morning started out with a... bite...
As I walked by Maggie I noticed a small fleck of dirt on her forehead. I bent to take a closer look hoping against hope that I was wrong. One word had instantly come to mind when I saw the small brown dot on her hairline: Tick.
I imagine someone picked one up during our fun day at the park yesterday. They seem to be everywhere lately and even though we've been vigilant they're so tiny that it's practically inevitable that one is going to slip by.
After a couple tries I plucked it off and Paul grabbed a ziplock bag for me to put it into.
Then we debated what to do next. I wiped the spot with a wipe and Paul googled tick bites while I reminded him that our previous doctor had said that everything would be okay as long as the tick wasn't on for more than 24 hours. Of course the first medical question website Paul found said that wasn't true. Another said that it was. Sigh.
And of course, it was Saturday morning and there's no "on call" person when you go to a clinic as your primary care "doctor."
So Paul called the ER and told them that our eight month old had a tick bite and they told us to bring her in right away.
I'll admit I was pretty shocked by that response. I'd expected them to say, "Oh, it's nothing to worry about."
Thankfully it was a very slow morning and we were pretty much the only ones in the ER. We had three nurses and the doctor all to ourselves. Mae weighed in at 22 lbs 10 oz (she's getting tall and skinny these days).
They took the tick and sent it off to the health department, checked her bite and told us what to look for in terms of rashes. Then we were on our way.
Sadie had gone to Nani's house while we were at the ER and was repeatedly telling Nani and Grumpa, "Bug Bit Mae Babe. Mae Babe Go Hospital!" for the hour we were gone.
Then it was on to her next favorite line: "Dee Scratch Mae Babe." You see, about a month ago Sadie's favorite cat scratched (barely) her sister's hand. Sadie repeats that phrase about two dozen times a day. Sometimes when she wakes up in the middle of the night she says it (I kid you not). I'm afraid "Bug Bit Mae Babe..." has now been added to her little "favorite sayings" phrase dictionary.
And that was our "excitement" for the day yesterday.
I'm hoping for a slow Sunday today!