Letting Life Lead
I know I am pretty late with a post today, but I am running on about three hours of sleep in forty-eight hours due to Hive-Watch 2015. My son is reacting to a detergent residue on our clothes from ONE different ingredient I put in it this last batch. It is not a high percentage which is probably why it took such a long time to create a problem. This was a pretty stupid move on my part since I have suffered from contact dermatitis all my life and I do not use perfume detergents, lotions, or other chemical cleaning products items like that in the house. I rarely deviate from this routine. Even my husband gets itchy from detergent which is why when we first moved in together I got rid of his detergent! The last time I broke my cardinal rule was in 2006 when I bough a Little Green Machine carpet and upholstery cleaner that came with a cleaning solution, and my face blew up so that I looked like the child of Quasimodo and Pamela Anderson. My right eye was almost swelled shut and that was just from sniffing the solution! My husband stopped giving me crap about my “no-chemicals” rule after that.
My feet have been itching a couple of weeks, but I didn’t pay it much attention because I had bought new socks and it is not unheard of for me to react to clothing (though not all the time). The other day my daughter had a few hives here and there and then a rash on her legs which is now going away, but I figured it was due to the cold and dry air. Then my son woke up from his nap with a rash on the side of his face he was lying up against my shirt. He sat with his dad later and got hives all on the side of his body where he was up against his dad’s clothes. I had it under control and then the kids were watching TV in the bedroom and my three year old son likes to rub his face on the sheets and roll around like a crazy puppy. They were the things most recently washed. He exploded with hives from head to toe: face, ears, back, legs, hands, and feet. I remember two incidences from my childhood when that happened to me: once from a bar of soap and once from the bucket of school paste.
I managed to get ahead of it with some Ibuprofen and a lot of hydrocortisone cream, but the boy was a a red ball misery for half an hour. It took another two hours for them all to subside and then I could spot treat as the patches appeared over the nest few hours so he could rest. Needless to say, I got almost no sleep.
Today I need to do an obscene amount of laundry to double wash all of our daily clothing and bedding and towels to be sure I’ve got the major contact points covered.
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