Dom has been sick.  I have been sick.  The hardest part of being a Mommy is taking care of your kidlet when you really, really need your own Mommy to take care of you.

Tonight, a cranky Dom was sitting on my lap five minutes before his bedtime.  Daddy came at him with a horrifying instrument of torture - his Spongebob toothbrush.  During his mad attempt to escape, Dom jumped from my lap...and landed throat down over the arm of his potty chair. (You know, that potty chair that he refuses to use?  I'm sure he absolutely hates it now). 

He cried, then he quieted down.  Of course, being the wuss I am, I nixed toothbrushing for the evening.  He was left with a huge mark across the front of his neck, and I immediately started having visions of his throat swelling in his sleep.  So I called my Mom, the ER nurse.  She calmly gave me a list of 20-30 things to look out for and a few things I could do for Dom...from this list, all I remembered by the end was "Popsicles." 

So Dom ate four.  Not all at once - but back to back.  Shortly after he finished the last one, I looked at him and was horrified to see that his face was covered with a rash.  I have only seen my baby that outwardly miserable once...when he ate artificial food coloring in his first birthday cake.  So I ran to look at the "all-natural" popsicles ingredient label.  Red dye 40.  How is that all-natural?  How is that organic?  I dosed my little allergic reaction with Benadryl and waited.

Thankfully, the Benadryl seems to have done the trick.  Dom no longer looks like a science experiment gone wrong, and he is finally asleep.  And, being the paranoid Mommy I am, I will be sleeping next to him tonight.  Yep, that will be me...curled up on the hard, cold floor with one arm uncomfortably tossed up over the mattress so I can be instantly alerted should something go wrong.  Since we're already having one of those nights, anyway, I may as well go all the way.