At first it just looked like a mosquito bite. She said it was itchy. I put anti-itch cream on it and gave it no more thought. The next day it no longer looked like a mosquito bite. It looked gross. Red and swollen and streaky. It looked worthy of a doctor visit. So that's what we did.
The doctor gave her some antibiotics, but since she had no other symptoms and was still running around like a crazy four year old, she was sent on her way. He did have one stipulation though, if it got worse she had to go to the hospital.
The next day, it was worse. Great. I love the hospital. At least in a small town the hospital doesn't have a ridiculous wait time, and you might even know the nurse.
Alana still felt fine, at least fine enough to bring nearly every toy she owns with her to the hospital. Every toy, including the smurf she talked me into buying for her at McDonald's the day before.
After not too long and some more antibiotics, we were still left wondering what the heck bit her. I know it wasn't Ava, cause she has bigger teeth. And I don't think it was a big spider, cause she said it didn't hurt. Its a mystery, hopefully not a recurring one.
Proof of bitten status:
|These pictures don't even show how swollen and red it really was. There was streaking up and down her arm, and she could barely bend it because it was so fat.|
|Even with a fat swollen arm, she still wanted to go outside and play. And make dorky faces while I took her picture.|