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Reason # 846

…why I believe things happen for a reason.

Yesterday Hunter tried to take a step on his punching balloon and I believe the ride he got caught him off guard, but he wasn’t hurt and it was honestly hilarious; watching someone fall on ice hilarious. Kev and I were cracking up and so was Hunter.

But here’s the thing you have to remember about 3 year olds (holy crap… he will be 3 in 3 days!!) … when someone laughs at what a 3 year old does, they will do it again…
and again…
and again…
until someone gets hurt.

Yep, just like our Moms told us. And that someone was Hunter. The third time he attempted his balloon walking technique he hit his head on the floor pretty hard. Hunter is quite resilient and when he cries like he was, I know he was hurting pretty bad. Remember, he’s the kid that only cried for 2 minutes after being stung by a wasp… resilient, I say.

Anyway, we put ice on his little bean and I rocked him until he felt better and started to fall asleep. This was good and bad. It was also very close to his bed time so all the crying and drama made him quite sleepy. Good since sleep meant his head didn’t hurt him any more, but bad because 100 things are going through my head about if he’s okay or not.

I keep putting the ice on his head and feeling around to make sure I don’t feel any big knots or anything. Then I see what looks like a scab on the back of his head through his hair. Now I can’t see up-close for shit without my glasses and Kevin has Superman vision so I call him over to look at what I found.

“It’s a tick!” he said as he was already two steps towards the bathroom to get tweezers. Kevin was very calm, but I know inside, we were both freaking the hell out.

Now is probably and appropriate time to mention that Kevin had stage 3 Lyme’s disease several years ago. It is now in full remission (if that’s what you call it).

I’ll save the you the details of how my wonderful husband expertly got the tick out, with it’s head intact, still alive and chewing on a skin tag from my son (little fucker). We saved the tick and he is now at the doctor’s office, hopefully dying a long slow death. It honestly didn’t look like the tick had been there very long. We had been in the yard earlier in the evening and that is probably when he got it. Which means not much chance of it having infected Hunter with anything.

It was an “American Dog Tick” (<- warning, there are pics and these are creepy little things!) which isn’t a carrier of Lymes. Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever is what that particular type of tick carries and I don’t EVEN want to know what that is!

Side note: I have looked it up (of course) and it looks extremely serious. All kidding aside, we will be monitoring Hunter very closely for the next couple of weeks.

Plus the tick looked male and I think the gender of the tick has something to do with whether or not it can transmit diseases. Hey, don’t ask ME how they knew it was a male.

But just imagine the look on Kev’s face when the doctor told him not to worry there isn’t Lymes disease in our region, it’s mostly north of here. Ummm… ok.

Good news, Hunter seems fine; both from the bump on the noggin and tick ordeal. He actually slept through the tick thing which is amazing and I am very very grateful for.

The “everything happens for a reason” moral of this story is obvious. If Hunter hadn’t hit his head, I don’t know when we would have found that tick and that makes my stomach kinda flip-flop.

oh yea….Now I need new tweezers… I’m never using those AGAIN. Ewww.

~S

P.S. Consider this your 12 of 12 reminder.