On Saturday, we hosted Turia and her crew, along with a good friend and two of his kids for an afternoon of food and games and chats and laughter. It was good fun and lovely to catch up with everyone.
On Sunday, Spud’s odd diaper rash got worse, with several large blisters forming. By evening, he was fractious and running a low grade temperature, but I didn’t think the two were related, having decided the rash was yeast and that I should go get some over the counter cream for it. Spud had a rough night, with a long period awake but not upset in the middle, and many small awakenings.
On Monday, Spud woke up with spots all over his chin, mouth area, hands, and one foot. By end of day, the rash had spread up one leg. I made him a doctor’s appointment for 5:30 pm, which Pea heroically drove him to, successfully. I gave a talk to our undergraduate society that evening, hopping in a ride-share to make it home for bedtime for a feverish and grumpy kid in a full blown hand foot and mouth viral outbreak. Spud had one of his worst nights for sleep in a long time with three hours of screaming in the middle.
On Tuesday, I met my mother for lunch. She was house-hunting and neighbourhood shopping in my city, and was meant to have been staying with me, but eschewed that convenience for the luxury of a virus-free stay with a friend. My throat was sore, but I was hoping against hope that nothing would come of it. Spud took three consecutive steps for Pea, while I was at work, besting his previous record of one-and-maybe-a-half steps. Spud had another rough night, with many wake ups, though none as long or as fraught as the night before.
On Wednesday, Pea and I officially felt like zombies. I also woke up with a blister on one hand, a low grade fever, and a deeply sore throat. I worked from home, with video conference meetings. Spud took ten consecutive steps for me, just before his dad got home from work, and then refused to walk again for the rest of the evening. Making dinner, my achy joints and general malaise escalated to feeling faint and necessitating a rest on the couch to ensure I didn’t pass out. My mom put an offer on a house which is lovely and perfect and not at all what she ventured out to go looking for but which is an obvious right choice. Spud had a great night’s sleep, with one hour-long wake up for nursing and some settling at 4:40, having slept from 8-4:40. I had a rough night, waking itchy and sore, and waking at 1 am soaked through from sweat, but finally feeling better – a fever breaking is such a specific thing, it’s amazing.
Today, Thursday, I have blisters all over both hands, on the sole of one foot, and, I think, at the back of my throat (it is very sore). Spud is back to great spirits, and has been walking up a storm, from wall to wall in our house. Not just first steps, he’s straight-up walking now. He is stuffy and has a light cough, but seems otherwise recovered. His cousin P. woke up covered in spots, so Saturday’s revels have had unintended unfortunate consequences. Spud has a follow-up appointment today right when he’d be due for a nap, so we shall see how that goes. My mother’s offer was accepted and she has a new home!
Tomorrow, Friday, is Pea’s birthday. I have a present for him, and had made reservations for us to go to dinner. I’ve canceled the reservation as I’m definitely still contagious, which is sad, and I shall have to think of something nice to do instead tomorrow. Spud’s nanny had him paint Pea a card, which is super cute. Pea isn’t one to make a big deal of birthdays, but I blanked on his last one (and it was a nice round number), so I wanted this year to be a bit better. Perhaps I will bake him something tasty as recompense!
A big week!