On Tuesday, I mentioned that Oscar had a rash and that it was making me nervous. I first noticed it about a month ago, and it freaked me out then because it didn't blanch (turn white/fade when I pressed on it) and a non-blanching rash is NOT GOOD. It can be a sign of meningitis, septicemia, and other scary illness that give neurotic mom's nightmares.
The rash looks like teeny, tiny freckles. Super teeny, like smaller then bread crumbs, the size of pin pricks. Only a mom would notice. I was a little freaked, but it was localized to his bottom and he wasn't displaying any other symptoms so I knew it wasn't really meningitis. I decided to Wait and See. I showed the rash to Nelson and he claimed to be unable to even see it and completely unworried. He is a great foil for my neurosis.
The rash has persisted. It sort of went away in some spots but came back in others. On Monday, when I was changing him, I noticed that his entire bottom was covered with the little speckles, as were the backs of his thighs, and a few other areas on the bottoms of his legs. I decided to ask Dr. Google (always a mistake, I know) and he diagnosed it as petechia. Please click on this link, read the Wikipedia entry (particularly the Associated Conditions), and join me in my PANIC because obviously my son has H1N1, vasculitis, Leukemia, Typhus, and/or Ebola.
Also, looked at the photo. Okay, Oscar's spots? Even tinier then the ones in that photo. Maybe half or even a third of that size. Tiny. I calmed slightly at this, but I still called the doctor and we were given an appointment for Tuesday.
Tuesday. Freckle rash still there. We go in and I tell the doctor about the rash and it's history. "Let's see it!" she says. So, I take off his diaper and at first she's like, "What rash? I don't see anything?" (Yes, to answer you question, it was the Asshole. Always the Asshole when I'm at my most vulnerable.)
"Look. It's right there. All over!" I say.
She looks. She rubs it, she presses it. She looks at the backs of his legs, looks him all over.
She seems baffled, but not concerned. She tells me it looks like petechia, but very, very tiny. She's asked about Oscar's general health, "Has he been feeling sick? Lethargic?" And he hasn't. I show her a swollen glad in his groin and she is unconcerned.
"Well, we could do a CBC to check his platelet levels, but he just had one a couple of months ago and his numbers were perfect. Beautiful. Like you said, he's so fair, you can just see EVERYTHING on is skin. So, just watch him. Call if it localizes, or if the spots get bigger, or if he displays other symptoms."
I felt better initially, but on the way home I just kept thinking I wished I had insisted on the CBC just for piece of mind, you know? Because I just keep thinking about it, and finding more of the little freckles here and there (on his neck, on his arm, on his cheek) and I'm starting to obsess.
Don't forget tomorrow's Blissful Benefit! Brew up something tasty.