LD, Munch, and I piled into the car. Three cups of coffee, two potty breaks, and 190 miles later we arrived at the wedding ceremony of a good friend from med school. In the car I changed into the salwar kameez I bought (online) for the ceremony, which was held at a Sikh temple just outside my friend's hometown. I had bought what I thought was a girl's version for Munch, but when it arrived it was clearly not a "girl's small" but a woman's small. I had it altered, but it still didn't fit properly.
The reception started with an elaborate spread of food that I, being a novice on the Indian wedding scene, mistakenly thought was dinner. I filled my plate and my belly. LD, having been to a few Indian weddings, knew better and when dinner was actually served - after the cake was cut and dancing was underway - happily dished up what would be his fifth meal of the day. Munch and I nibbled on even more sweets while we waited for daddy to finish.
By Wednesday the rash spread to her elbows and feet and the blisters on her face were looking more bacterial than viral. We took her to the pediatrician who said it was difficult to say if the rash was just evolving or if she did indeed have a superimposed bacterial infection, but that it would be reasonable to try a course of antibiotics if I was worried.
I was worried.
We left with a prescription for Keflex. But it didn't get better. On Friday morning I told LD I thought she shouldn't go to the wedding, but, miraculously, when I got home Friday evening it was starting to clear. There was another cause for celebration on Friday, an event that I am sorry to say, definitely got short shrift in the course of the week's events.
Happy birthday LD.