A couple of weeks ago, there was a slight cold front that came through giving us a magical, low humidity Friday night. We met Bill for dinner in Market Street where we ate outside and walked around.
We got home around 7:15, so we decided to go on a little walk to the park. Immediately once we got there, I was addressing a little issue with Avery when Chloe started screaming and crying. Bill noticed that she was clutching a bee.
I grabbed the poor girl out of her little car and started heading home to assess the situation. Bill stayed with Ave at the park for a few minutes and then met us at home.
As I was walking, I noticed that she still had the stinger in her little pointer finger. She must have seen the bee, grabbed it, and then gotten stung. I pulled the little sucker out, and googled what to do for a bee sting once we got home. I haven't been stung since I was like 5 years old so I had no clue what to do. Of course, my mind went to the worst case scenario- an anaphylactic reaction, airway closing, ER visit, etc.
Chloe was such a trooper. She cried when it was happening but really didn't seem all that affected by the sting. I cleaned it out, iced it, and put some cream on it. Of course, it happened right before bedtime so I decided to keep her up a little late and watch her. The on-call nurse totally eased my mind, and it didn't end up being a big deal at all.
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| Totally didn't dress her in her bee onesie on purpose! |
At least we know that she is not allergic to bees now!
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