The L’Anse Diaries: Day 3 Mom Was RIGHT

Colin woke us up moaning in the middle of the night our first night in Baraga.  I had noticed, the day before, that he had a couple of red spots on his face, but I assumed they were bug bites.  By Sunday morning, it was obvious that it was more than that.

It looked suspiciously like the impetigo that he had had a few months ago.  It turned out that his previous impetigo had been a result of an untreated strep infection that we did not know that we had.  So when I woke up to see a sore on his nose, and pimply looking spots on his face, and a giant sore on his thumb, I knew it was time for the doctor.

Bad news spreads quickly through a campground full of 30 of your family members.  Before I knew it, my mom was standing before me with a tube of cortisone cream.

“Cathy had this, put it on his thumb.  It will take the swelling down.  I wouldn’t even take him into the doctor.”

I was irritated, to put it mildly.   The F word floated around in my head again.

“That’s not going to work.  It’s not swollen because of inflammation, it’s swollen because it is an infection!”

She looked at me, equally irritated.  “Are you sure it’s not just a bug bite?”

I cut her off right there.  “Please stop.  I need to take him in for MY OWN peace of mind.  They will probably tell me to just keep putting Neosporin on it, but I need to hear that from a doctor.  That went to medical school.”

My mom and I are the same person, except that we are always on opposite sides of every single issue.

So I took him to the walk-in clinic and waited forever, but at least there was reliable wi-fi there.  And a snack machine.  When you have been camping for 19 hours, the simplest things will make you happy.  Colin and I had a very nice 90 minute date in the waiting room.  We were finally called back, and I shit you not, the doctor asked me if I was sure that it was not a bug bite.

I wish you could have seen my face.

So more Neosporin it was.

We returned to camp just in time to get ready for Second Sand Beach.  I was finally able to take a deep breath and RELAX, which is the goal of any vacation, but very infrequently realized when you vacation with three kids under 9.

The afternoon melted away under the hot sun.  I did get too hot at one point and I jumped into the bay, and then I realized that my legs were numb after about 30 seconds.  You gotta love Lake Superior.

We returned back to camp in time to give the kids a shower, cook dinner, and have a bonfire.

Another great day in the Keweenaw was in the books.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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