So at this morning's dermatological appointment for the lovely Malka (who had a FANTABULOUS time with Jen, Cait and Natalie, and also got to meet the ever lovely MsBri - will write more on those fun meetings later) they decided to do a skin biopsy on her back, as they DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG WITH MY CHILD'S SKIN. The big, clinical professor and his gaggle of interns with horrid bedside manners didn't know what was wrong with my baby, so they wanted to do a skin biopsy. With her propensity for infection, we were nervous, so we called her Ped., and they said to go ahead with it. So we did.
I was sitting in the room, and Narda was holding Malka. As soon as they touched her back with bacitracin, she started crying. So I left the room. She started screaming, and I started crying, too. I walked far down the hall, and I could still hear my baby cry. There is truly NO worse sound in the entire universe than hearing your baby cry in pain.
We'll know in about a week what's wrong with her.
I did a bit of research, and I *think* it's Pityriasis Rosea, but I'm obviously not a doctor, and I don't know for certian, but I like this one a lot, so I'll hang onto that until we are told otherwise.