The trip was interrupted by Matthew breaking out in a nasty case of hives, we would later find out. His first symptoms appeared after being in the grass at the park for about 5 minutes, so I feared that we had a severe grass allergy on our hands. The hives are constantly increasingly and decreasing in severity, always worsening with human contact (when I held him to feed, etc.). After two trips to the pediatrician in Boone, all serious blood concerns were ruled out. Our pediatrician back in Charlottesville said this was merely his reaction to a particular virus. It indeed went away, but I will never forget his pathetic moaning in the middle of the night as he scratched himself all over while I stared at the clock, waiting for the time I could give him his next dose of benedryl.
There were some happy moments for Matthew in the mountains...
Fishing for minnows in Valle Cruis with Dody!
Tubing across the river with Sarah and Abby |
I was sickened that he felt so horrible, but I got terribly sweet cuddles while he was down.
Golf with Granddaddy was a hit!
Always stunning flowers around Elk River.
YES! This is how a road trip with three when you're flying solo can be a bit more manageable!