About three weeks ago, the local news talked about an outbreak of hand, foot, and mouth disease in the Quad Cities. A friend of mine from high school has a little boy who just had this condition twice and she's put up a lot of information about it on facebook, so I knew from her experience that it's not a fun thing to have. It also spreads like wildfire since it's extremely contagious, so I've been trying to shelter my son from other kids for awhile now.
It didn't work.
2.0 developed a small sore on his chin Saturday night, a fever on Sunday night, and lost his appetite on Monday. He stopped sleeping Tuesday night and on Thursday, the sore on his chin turned into five under his lip, five along the edge of his tongue, and apparently more in the back of his throat and at the back of his mouth (according to the doctor). We officially were diagnosed with Hand, Foot, and Mouth. Lovely.
Add to that the fact that my husband's employer won't let him go back to work until next week and we've got problems.
Stress, stress, stress. There's just more and more of it. Last week it was the van, this week it's a sick kid. Next week it'll be something else.
The nice thing about this whole mess is that 2.0 isn't sick with something worse. He's going to be fine in a few more days and with all the ibuprofen and tylenol he's ingesting, the pain is not so bad. He's sleeping better and he's trying to eat regular food instead of pediasure. We're making progress.
Plus, my husband is interviewing for a new job. A job that will change our lives for the better.
I'm trying to have a positive outlook on everything. It's hard when you're only sleeping four hours a night (not all at once) and housework is piling up because you don't have the energy to do it all. But it's going to work out.
This, too, shall pass.
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