Taylor: The Bee Incident

My daughter is pretty much the quiet rational child. I think it is in large part because she is the middle child. She has witnessed the boys' stellar decision making skills and has pretty much done the opposite. In fact, when she was little I use to tell her that I was going to put a cow bell on her because I could never find firgure out where she was because she was so quiet.

In fact, I used to tell call her my little Ninja because I was constantly freaking out when we were out in public. Most of the time I would look for her and call out and she would say, "I am right behind you mommy."

But this praticular night she demonstrated that she was truly my child. Here level-headed behavior went right out the window with one little insect.

It was late Saturday afternoon and all three of the my kids wanted to go to the park to play. Since there is a playground in the complex I had no objections. I planned to start dinner and work on some school work.

Not even five minutes later, my oldest child charged in the house and proclaimed that Taylor was stung by a bee and she is on her way upstairs.

So I hunkered down in the living room waiting for the child like I was waiting for a hurricane to make land fall. She flew in the door with hystericial fury.

"MMMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM, it hurts," she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

Logan just looked at her and walked out the door as if to say, "yeah I am not sticking around for the drama."

"What happened?" I questioned.

Well I would try to give the full conversation but it was pretty much incomprehensible. The jist of it was she was on the playground and bee stung her finger.

I took her into the kitchen and washed the area while simtaniously trying to convince her that it was okay for me to examine it. I had to promise I would not touch it. 

I have never been stung by a bee but I have been stung by a wasp when I was pregnant with Taylor. I was at my OB/GYN's office when it happened. My doctor put tobacco on it. All the modern medicine in the world and he gave me tobacco.

  We had no tobacco in the house at the time. So I posted on my facebook status I needed help and started  to google.

Taylor who was now holding her finger and making wierd whimpering noise began making sense again.

"Mom, why would a bee do this to me. I never hurt animals, in fact I am nice to all of them. I never hurt bees mom," she inquired with these huge horse tears in her eyes.

"Baby, the bee has no way of knowing that you are a good person, it is just their instinct," I said and pulled her close to me.

Balancing her and my computer, I continued to google bee stings. At that time, my mom called on my cell. She apparently had seen my facebook status and had a solution. She wanted to put bleach it. The moment I asked her what bleach would do, Taylor had looked at me as if to see.......you are NOT putting bleach on my wound.

I was not putting bleach on the sting because I did not have bleach and the idea of doing that seemed wrong. So I put ice on her sting and that seemed to help her for a while. It calmed her down until daddy came in the room, then suddenly she was hysterics again.

I would love to tell you the conversation she had with my husband, but once again it was incomprehensible.  But it ended with........."AND grandma wants me to put bleach on it."

Joe looked at me and said, "Your not putting bleach on it."

I rolled my eyes, of course I was not putting bleach on it.

Taylor and I snuggled on the couch for an hour and she was finally calm enough to eat dinner. Then one of my FB friends told me to put a penny on it. Taylor loved that idea. So we took a penny and put it on her finger and covered it with a bandaid. She was happy for the rest of the night. The next morning she informed me that it worked but her fingered had changed colors.

So am not sure if it worked or helped her pshycologically, but it calmed her down.

  My mom to this day insists bleach was a better alternative.