I recently posted about Waverly’s hair loss, and the post got a TON of hits. I take that to mean that a lot of people care about her, and the things that go on around here. So, friends who care about Wavy’s bald head, here is your update.

I took Wavy in her for a follow-up with Dr. Guselle today. My poor little dear was oddly extra shy, and even sitting in the waiting room, she insisted on turning around, and laying on my shoulder rather than facing out. She was just uncomfortable. Poor girl. We were called in to an exam room and still, she sat pressed into me, and wouldn’t look up.

Dr. Guselle was so warm and lovely, as always. I’m so sad about how many people have to choose between good medicine and good demeanour. I am SO fortunate to have both with her. We discussed how things had been over the last few weeks. Had things gotten better or worse. What had changed. Any attached concerns. She always asks me what my gut says, and I LOVE that!! Because sometimes, moms know. (I remember Dr. Guselle standing up for me once, saying “Not everyone knows whats good for them, but often, moms do. And Hailey is one of the moms that knows.” I loved that.) She touched Wavy’s head and hair, checked her all over good and proper for irritation, and even looked through the little photo folder I had compiled on my phone for this appointment. It went like this.

First, that crazy rash again…

Then, the first time I realized how awful her hair loss was.

This shows that she keeps getting little rash blob moments on her legs.

This was three different kinds of spots. A bug bite, a super full zit, and a spot that just showed up where her last rash started, under her eye. Oh, and sand, lol!

And an example of a hairball. Gross.

This is the NICEST I can make her hair look these days.

I mentioned that Waverly has been sticking her fingers into her ears a lot, and right away, Dr. Guselle got the otoscope and sat down on the floor in front of us. As she always does, she talked Wavy through it. She showed her the “flashlight” and offered for her to touch it and let her finger turn pink. Wavy would have none of it, but once both Dr. Guselle and I had both touched it, she tried it and laughed. Then, Dr. Guselle put the “hat” on it and we all touched it again. No problems! Wavy easily turned her head and kept still while both her ears were checked. She obediently opened her mouth to have her throat looked at too. She is all well in those ways!

We both kind of assumed the same outcome, though its not as much a medical answer as just a life answer. We think her hair all started coming out easier, thanks to her body response to her crazy rashes, and now its a bit of a habit that needs breaking. Which is going to be hard, because the willpower of a two year old is diddly squat, lol! My options are maybe trying to braid her hair, which would be suuuper ugly, lol, thanks to the fact there is only length on the sides now (😩#joeexotic) or maybe a haircut, which would be SO sad! Both of these ideas would make it harder for her to actually grip and yank her hair. If there is no improvement, we’re going to have to do something. In the meantime, while we wait for the derm referral to go through, I’m going to treat the few teeny tiny spots on her scalp with the same cream we used on her hands when they were at their worst, just in case there is some irritation there that she’s experiencing that I’m just not noticing.

My gut tells me this will likely get better with time. It just will. She is SUCH a smart little girl, and its already not as bad as it was a few weeks ago. But I just ache for her to feel total health and relief.

As suspected, the moment we were out of the office, she was a bundle of energy, chatting away about the doctor and the sticker she had been given. “Sticko! Puppies! My hair! The light! THE FLASHLIGHT!” She is such a faker. We all knew it all along.

I guess todays update isn’t really much of an update, but its something. Its a continued effort to find answers. She’s more than worth the work! Little Joe. *sigh*

Yesterday, between supper and bedtime, Brady and I drove the kids to a nearby acreage to get some fresh veggies! We paid in the form of a donation for the Bridge in Saskatoon. We got a green Superstore bin of potatoes, as well as some bags of big tomatoes (none of ours lived,) a bag of peppers, and a handful of table cucumbers. That was the plan, anyway.

The family that we were buying from had grown a pack or ornamental gourds for fall decorating, and somehow, no one was snapping them up! She encouraged us to have all we wanted, so none went to waste! So I grabbed a bagful, considering I would never afford myself to buy any in store. This was a fun way to acquire some!

Before we could leave, she realized we had the kids along, and insisted they each come choose a pumpkin! So we did that, too 🙂 They LOVED it!

It was very cute. Every kid was shining with excitement, as was the woman orchestrating our purchase. It was so fun! She insisted the fun couldn’t stop there, so the kids grabbed another group of those crazy decorative gourds, and then we left.

This is only part of our haul. It was so much fun to go buy veggies that way, and to contribute to an important cause feels good, too. How generous of that family. They donated ALL proceeds to the Bridge!! Amazing, hey??

I am SO grateful to have so many good fresh veggies in my possession! It meant the kids had garden cucumbers for their school lunches today. It means toasted tomato sandwiches til the cows come home. It means potatoes for months, maybe! Not to mention, we dug out our garden yesterday, too.

A far less impressive haul, but every little bit counts!

Thank you, Lord, for your blessings!

Getting home from the lake yesterday was a total whirlwind. Kids were exhausted, and I could’ve fall asleep standing straight up myself! We were all beat, but things needed to get done! Brady was so loving and did all of the unloading of the van while the kids played fought. We decided to feed them something quick and simple so we could keep unpacking, and then we’d eat later.

But it was shortly after 6:00 that I realized I had committed to going to a meeting at 7:00! Gah! I had gotten my times turned around, and long story short, I got home around 10:30, ate some leftovers, and cashed out hard for the night.

I had SUCH a long list of things to do! Brady is working, and I had goals, let me tell you! I have a mountain and a half of laundry to do, dishes from yesterday, a disaster of a bedroom to tidy, and some lists and plans to make. I have a few things to research, and whenever it shows up, I have a large haul of veggies to figure out how to store/save/can. I need to make a grocery list, plan supper, and I really wanted to pre-make lunches for the week. On top of that, I have potatoes and carrots to still dig out of the garden.

Aaaaand then the morning happened. It was smooth and cute. I was running a stitch behind, but the school schedule changed with Covid and bought me an extra 15-20 minutes in the morning! A Covid win! While breakfast was going, Laela asked if she and Dekker were walking together, or if we were all going again. I had assumed she and Dekker would go on their own, as they did all last year and the year before, but Laela really really wanted us all to go together again. I know she won’t ask for that forever, so I decided we’d make it happen. Everyone was on board.

Until they weren’t. *sigh*

I don’t want to get into it, but it was a very unceremonious exit from home, and took about halfway to school before we had peace. Its been two hours and I’m still a little rattled from it all, even though I’m home.

So. New plan for the day. I have a load of laundry in, and I plan to complete the kids laundry, so they all have clothes for school tomorrow. Boom. The kids clothes are the easiest loads anyway, because they just go from the washer to the dryer. No sorting or fuss. I do a load of boys clothes and a load of girls clothes. I know that won’t last forever, but it works for now! I have the dishwasher running, and will probably get it all emptied out while the kids eat lunch. If I can get a list together, I’ll send Brady for some groceries after work today, so I can appropriately make lunches, whether in advance or just day to day. It is HARD to make lunches when, at home, they eat things like peanut butter, trail mix, and Sweet and Salty granola bars. Merp.

I will hopefully dig the garden out today, but it might wait until Bradys home. Or my mom might come later in the day. Or I’ll just do potatoes and do carrots another day. Or I’ll do it all another day. I’m not sure yet.

I’m not sure if/when my big haul of veggies may or may not be ready, but I’m going to do some sitting, and researching, so I’m prepared when they do.

I think taking some time to sit and organize will really improve my week, especially while laundry and dishes are both running. My room can be messy for a few more days. I’d prefer to feel more orderly in my brain than in my house.

Wavy has the right idea. Let’s just take it easy today.

*** Aaaaand since starting this blog, I’ve already put in the second load of laundry 💪

We did it. We spent one last weekend at our beautiful new lake spot before heading home for the winter. We arrived on a hot day. We had Cher join us for our cold day, and we worked on the last day to winterize and pack up!

Here’s a quick breakdown of the weekend 🙂

While we unpacked, four of the kids ran to took over the playground. This kid snuggled up on our little chair and read. Because he fell in love with reading in the last year! I love that.

Once everything was set up, we hit the water. Or, rather, the beach, because it wasn’t warm enough to actually be in the water. But my goodness its gorgeous either way.

That first day was SO sunny and hot and easy! Everyone was happy!

Brady went forward with chopping a small tree down to make our site bigger…

And we ate spaghetti! Thank you, mom, for sending it! It went over beautifully, and was a really lovely gift not to have to worry about a meal!

We didn’t sleep great at night, but the few weekends we’ve enjoyed there, the first night is always a bit of a mess. You know, settling in and the like. They actually went down easier than I expected, but they tend to wake up pretty disoriented in the night and need help getting their heads back on straight. As the night wore on, with every wakeup, it was getting noticeably colder!

Still, we rolled on! Cher came to join us for the day, and she can vouch that it was cold.

We made the day great, though! We played at all the playgrounds! This one we lovingly call Tetanus Park 😳But look how strong Wavy is!!!

Laela managed to walk square into a tree at one point and almost got her eye stabbed out.

Ok not really but it was close enough.

And we took Cher around to the challenge course! We definitely took a couple of wrong turns and only found a few of the games, but it was still fun 🙂

Cher had to leave before supper, which was sad, but we understood. I think we showed her a good enough time that she’ll come again 💜

Hot dogs for supper!

And then a walk to the water to keep us from freezing!

It kinda worked, haha! A couple of us were colder than others…

It was worth it, though.

This morning, we woke up chilly, but ready to take on the day! We gave the kids an easy breakfast, and sat with them and the fire until it was time to get moving!

I got to work inside the camper, rolling up sleeping bags, digging things out of cupboards, and packing up everything that needed packing. Being that its our first year and we’re next to terrified of a mouse issue, we brought most of everything home :/ We just don’t know. I’m sure in the years to come, we’ll leave more there, but this year, just about everything came home.

Brady worked HARD on pretty much everything else. He blasted out the waterlines and filled them with antifreeze. He closed up a bigger vent that we don’t need but had left open for the season. He did further mouse proofing and hole filling.

The kids helped here and there, too, where they could 🙂 Solly collapsed all the lawn chairs and brought them to the van. It was cute. They’re about the same size as he is.

When I was at a standstill for what I could do, I took the kids to a different playground so Brady could just do his thing without anyone asking a billion questions. Lol! Rowan dug for treasure. He was specifically in search of gold necklaces for me. He did not find any. Maybe next time.

We did eventually get out of there in one piece, around 2:00pm. It took a LOT of work, but I imagine it’ll get smoother every year 🙂 This was just out first round. It wasn’t bad, just a bit of a mishmash of forgetting things and needing to run back for this or that. It did get done, however, and Brady and I had yet to even have lunch! So we treated ourselves to some crappy fast food, as you do when you have to move quickly…

Aaaaand we drove home. This kid has all the right vibes.

It was SUCH a beautiful, albeit short, season of camping. It has been such a happy time. We’ve learned a lot, pushed the kids and ourselves a lot, and we’ve truly enjoyed the change of life. I hope we always do this. I hope we always have our spot. God brought it to us, so clearly. We’ll keep it as long as He’ll let us!

*deeeeep breath in*

Man. The air out here is just so crisp and fresh. Yesterday was warm and windy. Overnight, the temperature dropped significantly, and we woke up chilly and ready to get our blood pumping! And by “blood pumping” I actually mean we were ready to get the fire lit and the coffee brewing! Thank you, Carrie and Braden, for lending us your big radiant heater! You saved our butts this weekend!

I am SO pleased that Cher joined us for the day! Naturally, we wore the same jacket.

She is SUCH a chill lake guest, I’ve gotta say. She contentedly sat by the fire for the bulk of the morning, sipped coffee, visited with everyone, and rolled with the punches of cold weather, smoke, whining kids, etc. 

We cracked out an extravagant (Ha!) lunch of sandwiches, crackers and cheese, cantaloupe, etc. Everything was SO low key. Brady, Cher, and I chatted by the fire through quiet time while the kids kids took off to do some exploring on their own. I am SO grateful to be able to let them go, within reason, and feel confident that they are safe. 

Once the little ones were up, and the sun had done a better job warming up the afternoon, we went for one last exploring walk. We wandered through the bush and looked at leaves, plants, mushrooms, and trees. We played a few games, and sipped coffee as we went. It was SO relaxing, and it felt SO special to have Cher along with us. 

We love it here. This is probably our last weekend here in 2020. We will winterized and pack up tomorrow. But, man, what a gift we were given in this crazy unpredictable year. Thank you Lord! 

Having next to no data left on my cell phone plan in the last billing cycle, I wasn’t able to share any pictures during our last camping weekend. So, here I am, showing you all the pictures I have! The weekend was frigid, but we still had a ton of fun! I love it there. We all do. I hope you enjoy our photo dump!

Our first day there, I unpacked, and Brady worked on a few more little fixes. Because there’s likely always going to be something to tweak and adjust 😉

That evening, we all walked down to the water and took pictures. It was SO pretty.

I don’t know which one I like best so you’re getting them all!

It was super cold and wet. We brought the kids jackets and splash pants, toques and mitts, etc. Wavy wore one of Dekker’s old coats and man, it was SO cute!

Everything was thoroughly soaked after our first day outside, and it wasn’t enough close to being warm enough to dry. We really need to get an outdoor drying rack or system next season, lol!

The rain did nice things for Wavy’s little mullet though!

Solomon is SUCH a Brady, but he was channeling his inner Uncle Simon this weekend. Hanging out in his shorts in the cold, lol!

Brady premade a baked oatmeal and we reheated it on the barbecue. SO delicious!

The pizza buns weren’t bad either!

The kids love to help with camping life. They bring wood, fill the water jug, take out garbage, etc. Its cute.

When Carrie and her family showed up for a day, they invited us to join them on a challenge course in the bush. They know their way around significantly better than we do, and it was such a treat for us to be shown around by such good friends. Carrie and her husband, Braden, have this beautiful knack for including our kids in their family, even though ours are more cautious than theirs. They don’t hold back with our kids, even when ours get worked up or upset. They love our children, and we love theirs. They’re an amazing family.

It was SO beautiful out, despite the temperature.

We got the go ahead to clear a few little trees out of our site, and I got some Christmas vibes, lol!

My mom came for a day!! Woohoo!!! She had such a riot with the kids, and they LOVED having her there.

We did lots of walking and lots of playing.

Our last full day there was just so cold and so smoky, and Wavy struggled SO hard. She finally calmed when I rocked her like a baby. I didn’t mind that one bit 😍

I was pretty in my element. We all were. I am so grateful for this opportunity we’ve been given to have a true home away from home. God knew what we needed. He always does.

Today is Rowan’s first day of kindergarten!

And now, there are three.

We walked as a family to take Rowan to his first day of school. He had told me earlier that he was excited, but also a little shy and nervous. A few times over breakfast, he said quietly “I’m not sure if I want to go.” But he was stoked to get ready and go, so I hoped for the best.

Dekker and Laela walked with us to Rowan’s drop off spot, as it’ll be their responsibility to get him to and from soon enough, and then they took off for their own rooms. I actually didn’t love how that went, because Rowan immediately got shy and shoved his face into my body and leaned it hard, and I didn’t really get to say goodbye to the big kids because Rowan was basically knocking me over.

It was hard dropping Rowan off. He is not a shy guy. I dont know whether he was actually truly shy for his first time ever, or if he was wanting attention, or a healthy mix of both, but he wasn’t having it. He stuffed his face into my stomach and under my jacket, and wouldn’t even try to talk to the teachers or other kids. I was flustered, but I reminded myself that this is not the first time a kid has been apprehensive to get dropped off at school, so I took my time.

By “took my time,” I mean I took Rowan’s time, and that time was forever. Haha! He was SO grouchy and nervous, and refused to consider his options. Meanwhile, Solly blew past any and all borders, and went over to the sand pit, played toys with the other kids, and made friends with one of the teachers. She seemed pretty enamoured with him, actually 🙂 It was cute. I convinced Rowan out of his backpack and into the sectioned off area for the kindergarten students. I finally got his head removed from my squishy tummy and got his hand in a death grip rather. Progress. There was a big sand area set up, where special things were hidden in the sand to find. A little ways the other direction were some trucks, and a stack of big sticks that had been built into a cave.

Sand or sticks. That was the question. And Rowan would not decide. I finally came up with what I thought was the golden ticket. I offered for him to just go sit beside one of his teachers. He didn’t have to talk or even play right away. He could just go sit by an adult who I knew would help him settle in. But nah. He wouldn’t have that either.

I worked SO HARD to be gentle and slow with him, but it was becoming fruitless, where he wasn’t even really trying. He was just being stubborn. So I kept it soft, but I was blunt.

“Rowan, the bell rang a while ago. School has started. I don’t want to rush you, but we need to leave. You need to choose. Sand or sticks.”

Complete silence. No response. Brows.

“I think the sticks and trucks are more your game. I think you should start over there.”

Nothing. No response. So we sat for a minute. And finally, he says:

“I don’t think there are even any trucks for me.”

I glanced over at the group of little boys by the sticks, and I saw a little pile of untouched trucks, free for the taking! I pointed to them, and he willingly walked over with me. It turned into a short jog, he grabbed the one he wanted, and flew onto the ground, driving it madly around himself. It was clear to me in that moment that he had chosen to be brave and dive in!

I visibly deflated, for the benefit of the adults paying attention to Rowan, and we shared a little laugh. The principal cheered “Perseverance!” Lol! We had done it!! HE had!

From there, he was ok 🙂 He totally happily wore his mask, and I gave him a smooch through it before I left. I kept an eye on him as we rounded the corner to go home, but he wasn’t even looking. VICTORY!!!

I waited all day for a call from the school, but none came. We went as a family to go retrieve him, and were greeted with the perfect news that Rowan had an excellent first day!

He liked playing outside, made some new friends, and got acquainted with his teachers. He had absolutely nothing bad to say!

Of course, the moment we arrived, he was brutally shy of his teachers, but that makes sense to me 🙂 I am SO relieved he had a good day!! GIGANTIC thanks to his teachers for showering him with love and reassurance!

Thank you, Lord, for covering my children, and helping them get through hard things!!

I am SO relived.

The kids, Brady, and I picked up Dekker and Laela after their first day of school. Again, my heart was gutted to not go in and receive them myself, reconnect with their teachers, etc. But I waited outside like I was supposed to, and sure enough, out they came! I didn’t take pictures because I was a little overcome.

Laela was out first, and I attacked her with hugs! I took her mask off her face and smooched her good and proper. She giggled and took my harassment as the love that it was. She was SO happy, and I was SO relieved. She told me she liked her teacher and her classroom and the kids around her. (She only met one of her two teachers today, but she knows them a bit from when Dekker had them in grade two, and she feels totally comfortable with them both. As you’ve probably put together, Laela is not mandated to wear masks, but in solidarity with Dekker, I asked her to wear one and see how it went. She surprised me by saying she easily, happily wore her mask all day long with ZERO issue. I was SO impressed! When I asked her if it bothered her at all, she kind of widened her eyes and shrugged at me, like it was preposterous. Lol! I secretly loved it, even though there was some snark mixed in there. I was SO happy.

As we were greeting Laela, Dekker surfaced. I went for him, too, pulled his mask off and smooched him a bunch. He was SO much happier this afternoon than he seemed this morning. He was really happy, and he said he had a really nice first day back! He was happy to be back with the same teacher from last year (She taught a split last year, and now is teaching his grade, so win!) and to see his friends that he was really hoping were in his class. When I asked him about the mask, he told me very clearly that it had been absolutely no problem. Hadn’t bothered him at all. Again. SO relieved!

I could’ve cried at pickup, but I resisted, lol! Sometimes, I just get SO overwhelmed by how proud of my kids I feel, and then I almost feel guilty that it surprises me how well they do. They are beautiful children, in the face and in the heart. I am SO thrilled with how their first day went.

To my teacher friends, I see you, and I thank you. Not only are the students and parents feeling so uncertain, but I know you are, too. None of us know whats to come, but in the daytime, it is on your shoulders to reassure and comfort our children, and that is a tough gig. You are appreciated out the wazoo, more than ever before. I say again, I see you, and I thank you. So do my children.

I don’t usually feel particularly emotional on the first day of school. I am SO excited for school this year, and not because I’m tired of having my kids around me. I am so happy for them, because they miss school and their people! I miss the routine and the regulating that comes with school. I miss the brain stimulation and the exposure to new people and new things. There are obvious things I do not look forward to this year, but I’m awaiting the routine, however that may look.

These kids insist they aren’t nervous of anything going into this year!

They were excited and ready!

Drop off was such a mix of emotions for me this year. More than ever before. I wasn’t nervous about them not doing well, being homesick, not knowing their way around, etc. I was nervous about the lack of certainty. I’ve been preparing the kids for a while now about the changes at school. And by “preparing,” I mean I’m telling them there will be lots of change and none of us really know how it’ll look. Not me, not them, and not even the teachers. We can still trust the teachers to guide and direct them, but I’ve told the kids a number of times that when they are starting to feel upset and worried, probably most people around them are feeling the same.

Today, we dropped the kids off as a family. We went to Dekker’s door first. Teachers were at the doors, receiving the kids lovingly and warmly, making connections and trying to bring comfort. But did my heart ever break when I helped Dekker put his mask on. He is so game to wear it, he’s assured me. And frankly, he has to. He’s old enough that its mandated in his grade. And I’m fine with that! But the moment I put his mask on him, I could tell he was worried.

I had to convince him to hug me, he was so rattled. And he is a smushy mushy affectionate boy, public or not. It wasn’t about that. It was like he suddenly didn’t know where he was. It was so hard for my heart to see.

Laela’s drop off was honestly about the same. She gave all of us hugs, and she was visibly excited. She had expressed to me she wished we could walk her in but thats just not the case this year. I helped her get her mask on, and again, her enthusiasm was gone instantly. It was SO sad to see. She stood in her spaced out line and was warmly greeted by a teacher I didn’t actually recognize. She was called in, and that was that.

Ugh.

If you aren’t already, please pray for our/your/all the children going to school. I don’t want to raise my children in a world where they’re not supposed to hug their friends. I don’t want them muffled. I don’t want any of this!

But as we say often, sometimes we do hard things.

My goodness, I love these little ones. My heart is both full and broken.

Lord, watch over them.

If you’ve been around us, or looked closely at all, you may have noticed something sad happened. Our beautiful littlest child has traded in her shockingly beautiful blonde locks for the “Joe Exotic.” She has a full blown mullet, and I’m somewhat brokenhearted. Ok, I’m a lot brokenhearted. 

Before all of this…

And now.

In the recent weeks, Wavy seemed to grow bangs. We didn’t think a lot of it, honestly. On one hand, she’s still growing fresh crops of hair under her already thick mop. And on another hand, she has easily been the MOST sensitive to bug bites of all of our children, and I viewed some head scratching as an allergic reaction/irritation. She probably broke a lot of hairs in that time, I figured. 

But more recently, she began pulling hair out by the handful. I started to put it up in a ponytail to deter her from playing with it. Yet she still managed to get handfuls out. She would hand them to me on and off. I’d say “Oh no, Wavy, don’t pull your hair out!” And she’d happily say “Okay!” and go about her day. But the day I went to her bed to fluff her blanket and found SEVEN hairballs, I freaked out. I scheduled a phone appointment with our doctor and I did some research. 

I reached out on a Facebook group for large families, thinking they might have tips. Those women have seen it all! I was surprised that, while it seems the majority of those women don’t care for western medicine, most of them who responded said she needs to see a doctor.

A couple suggested a fungal infection. Waverly’s scalp looked perfect, but I figured I’d treat it with coconut oil in the meantime, like I have with fungal/yeast rashes. It was then that I really took her hair down to oil her scalp that I saw how bad the hair loss was. 

It was awful. Felt like a buzz cut in places. I was SO upset. My phone appointment was a week down the road, but my mom had one the next day, and she lovingly offered to trade appointments with us. Thank you LORD for giving us the same doctor!! 

When Dr. Guselle called, I could’ve cried. I was SO relieved to talk to her about it. But I’ll admit, that appointment weighed hard on me. My mama heart just aches. I choked back my tears as I told her Wavy basically had given herself a skullet. She asked what a skullet was, and I laughed at her, as our references almost never line up. I described it, and she said “Ooooh, I’ve always called that the Friar Tuck.” It was JUST the laugh I needed! So now and forever, a skullet WILL be called the Friar Tuck. Take note.

Its really nothing big or bad. Here’s what we think. 

Do you remember recently when Wavy had a really bad rash? I kept it to myself for a while, until it was under control, but I’ll share pictures now. 

Here’s the craziest one. Rash number one…

Rash number twooooo…

And rash number three.

All three rashes at once, because why not, right?

We worked HARD to keep her comfortable, but she was miserable.

No amount of over the counter meds and lotion and baths could help her. Poor articulate Wavy would approach us, scratching her feet, crying, saying “Itchy. Lotion. Medicine. Feet. Hands. Helping me?” It was horrible. The belly rash passed with time, but her hands and feet would NOT let up. She was scratching her body, and her hands were in NO shape to be spreading whatever they had going on. So we made the bold move to put her on a STRONG steroid, Prednisone, as well as a steroid cream. On top of that, she still needed Benadryl, and all of those things together just kept her itching at bay. That being said, four days on all of that and her rash was gone. But MAN! What an ordeal. And we never found out what she had. No one else caught it. It was something we were glad to see go. 

Dr Guselle believes that the timeline of the crazy virus, and now the hair loss, is no coincidence. She thinks Wavy’s body was SO stressed in its illness that her hair is now falling out. As adults, we know sometimes that happens after a high-stress or traumatic event or illness. It often comes 2-3 months after the fact. She said this seems a little bit early, but the 2-3 month timeline is just a guideline. Wavy has always played with her hair, and it makes a lot of sense that it pulls out easier now. Unfortunately, its just something that is going to happen until her body sorts itself out again. Like the postpartum shed. 

All of this being said, Waverly has an in-person follow up appointment down the road to look for improvement, and she has a referral in for a dermatologist. The derm referral will get cancelled if it all sorts itself out, but it takes months to get in, so Dr Guselle figured she’d get ahead of the game and send it now. 

I feel a little nervous sharing this kind of thing because I don’t really want a bunch of opinions. And I don’t mean that in a rude way! When I shared it on that one Facebook group, I was given lots of things to look into. I did my research, and I spoke to my doctor about ALL of them. They were ALL eliminated for reasons that make sense to me. If you have firsthand knowledge, I’d LOVE to know about it!! But if you’re going to just comment “covid,” I’m going to roll my eyes. Lol! You’ve been warned. 

My sweet little Wavy may look like Joe Exotic these days, but she’s a LOT sweeter. Don’t let her new ‘do fool you!