Well, the summer is here. And here I’d been counting down to summer because I thought it would be the time when we could be exempt from sickness.
We had Hudson’s 3-year-old well visit on Monday of last week. I joked when we were there that we’d be back by early the next week at the latest because we were all at VBS and it was inevitable that someone would get sick.
And sweet Hayes is sick. When I saw the 102.7 on the thermometer I was really scared. I took off his doc band and gave him some fever reducer to see if that could bring it down quickly. And it did, but he was just so fussy.
Our pediatrician did a strep test on Friday, and she said she was 90% sure Hayes had strep throat. And she told me she’d give me a prescription for an antibiotic for both boys, because if Hayes had it, Hudson would have it soon. She said Hudson’s throat looked bad, but not nearly as bad as Hayes’s.
She told us to go home and she’d call us with the results. (This is when both boys were really ready to go home and couldn’t possibly wait another 7 minutes for strep test results.)
She called back a few minutes after we got home and told me that the strep test was negative. There are certain times when you hope for an antibiotic, and this was one of them. But we didn’t get an antibiotic. She just assumed it was a bad sore throat and he just needed some time.
But then on Saturday morning, we saw it. The tiny little bumps on Hayes’s lips and on his hands. And then we saw them on his bottom.
Hand, foot and mouth disease strikes again.
It’s pretty much awful for a baby. I think it’s awful for anyone. But for little ones that can’t communicate much, it’s just awful.
But Hayes has been a trooper. He’s eating his Pedialyte pops and drinking lots of cold water and cold juice. He’ll cry out in pain every once in a while, but he’s trying so hard to be happy.
Hopefully just another couple of days and we’ll be good as new. And hopefully Hudson won’t actually get this!
We had a good Father’s Day. Todd and Hudson went to church and Hayes and I stayed home. Then Todd and his dad went to play golf in the afternoon and I stayed home and played with the boys.
I hope you all had a great weekend– and I hope that hand, foot, and mouth doesn’t find its way into your home! Yuck!
We’re laying low and just waiting for hand, foot and mouth to leave the building.