"Mother of the Year" Moment X 2

Today was yet another small dramatic event in the life and times of the Mangine five...

Three of us (me, Nick + Josiah) were not fully inoculated for the perils that might await us while residing in a third world country. So we hit the Department of Health's "Travel Clinic." (I say that very cavalierly when, in fact, it's not just something we did spur of the moment-- we had to make an appointment a month ago...) But I digress...

So, we went to get me the typhoid and the second Hep A shot. Nick needed typhoid and the FIRST Hep A shot. (Yes, we're slackers-- and our insurance has never covered this so we've waited until now, the worst possible time, to fit it in.) And Josiah needed a typhoid shot. The bigger kids were covered.

So we get there and find out that Josiah could NOT yet get a Typhoid vaccine because he is too little still. Dang-it. But he DID need a second Hep A shot and his second MMR. His first MMR was delayed because of the ole' egg allergy. He had to have it at his allergist and it was a long drawn-out process, which, in the end, was for naught, since he did not have a reaction. (One of those safe than sorry things I guess.) Welp, today we were not so lucky. As he DID have a reaction. Hives all over his chest and head in probably less than 2 minutes. But we weren't in a doctor's office, we were at the Department of Health, and guess who didn't have any Benadryl? Seriously? Yes. And I didn't have any either. I had changed diaper bags this morning and didn't really finish transferring everything over. Fortunately, they had a pharmacy downstairs and so I snatched Josiah up and ran downstairs and just butted in front of everyone in line (cause I am a shark like that-- but I honestly didn't care.)

Soon, Josiah's hives started clearing, but once we got home, he was just MISERABLE. Crying and screaming for over an hour. I tried giving him ibuprofen, thinking he was hurting from the shots. I tried letting him cry it out. I tried giving him a sippy cup of milk. And a pacifier. And his little lovey blanket. I tried holding him. Nothing worked. And I was getting a bit worried because he was SO crabby and I couldn't console him. Because I come by drama honestly, my mind of course went to the worst possible scenarios...

And then I remembered I never gave the boys any lunch. And so I gave Josiah some food. And then he was fine. Duh.

MOTY Moment #1: Not carrying Benadryl for my allergic son.
MOTY Moment #2: Forgetting to give my sons lunch.

Yep, I got it together.