And we sound like a veritable disease factory! My three year old was diagnosed with Fifths Disease the other night at the ER. They got home at around 3 a.m. Yesterday he felt just awful and was down and out until mid-day today. I have no idea if the other children already got this or if they have yet to get it because it’s one of those bugs that often isn’t accompanied by any other symptoms but the fever. Some never get the telling rash and are unable to get a real diagnosis of it. Unfortunately I had the grim responsibility of letting my pregnant friends know that we may have unwittingly exposed them to this. Though the risk of problems is low, it still is not something we would knowingly let our children out of the house and around people with if we knew it was incubating inside of them.
This morning my 7 year old, who is just finally getting over a virus (which one I don’t know, there are a few that we are circulating here!), suddenly had a gushing bloody nose.
Not long after that the baby squished his finger between a chair and a table. While comforting him I could hear deep in his throat as he inhaled the telltale seal bark of CROUP, which my 5 year old is finally coming off of. He ate lunch and went down for his nap and just woke crying and barking like a sea lion during mating season (not that I’ve seen or heard that… but I’m guessing it’s loud. That’s just a hunch though.)
Despite all this, we had decided to tackle really getting back into school today. Of all days. Everyone has been so sick and miserable that we’ve hardly touched the books for over a week. Oh well, we’ve read lots and just laid low. I do wonder when we will ever get back to normal. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how blessed we are that children routinely survive childhood these days, which of course was not the case even just 100 years ago. The thought is frightening I must admit.
(Obviously turning a corner to more serious talk…)
I mean the super bugs are starting to outsmart and outlive the antibiotics that we throw at them like so much spit on a forest fire, and I have the foreboding feeling that childhood will once again become the most treacherous season of life to live through. I certainly hope this is not the case and I do certainly have a great deal of faith in human ingenuity and our ability to conquer the wee beasties of virulent infections of all sorts but I just can’t scrub that lingering… fear, I guess you would call it.
But God is sovereign no matter what and I thank Him for each of my children. What a blessing they are.
Just waiting until this wave is over because that is what it is and that is what we are doing… just riding the waves. And when we finally get fully recovered from this, we have our flu shots to look forward to! ***sigh***
To add to it, tomorrow is supposed to be miserably cold and blustery. (update: I was going off of an outdated forecast. Thankfully it’s not supposed to be too bad!)
UPDATE: My 7 year old has croup now too.
I think you might just stop stopping by here as it has become a rather depressing infirmary.