Last week, Henry was showing signs of getting better. He was sleeping better and acting more and more like him self. Except he was having A LOT of diarrhea. Like every diaper. We were going through 3, 4, 5 outfits a day. And on Wednesday, he started throwing up as well. I know there has been a nasty tummy bug going around and there's nothing the doctor can do about it, but I figured I would call them anyway because 1) I'm a first time parent and that's what I do and 2) he still have a couple more doses of antibiotic left and I didn't know if we should even bother.
Basically they told us that he was probably having stomach problems from the medicine since it was THE WORST for causing diarrhea and throwing up was also pretty common.
AWESOME. Let's use that one again PAH-LEASE!
Side Note: Did I mention that his pediatrician complimented us on his "diaper care" at his follow-up appointment last week? It seemed like a strange compliment at the time, but makes total sense. And I have a weird sense of pride about it.
Anyway, I picked Henry up early from daycare, took him home and he acted fine. We finished the medicine and he continued to act more and more like himself.
Huge exhale.
At time point, it was Thursday night and I didn't feel all that great. Strike that. I felt awful. Like I wanted to claw out my own stomach. Was this how Henry felt? Oh man I sure hope not.
A little time on the bathroom floor and a sleep-less night later, I felt even worse. Phil went to work, Henry went to daycare and I went to the couch. Also, staying home sick is pretty much the most boring thing ever. Somehow I managed to sleep some Friday night, but by Saturday morning I felt even worse. Now on top of the tiny fever and body aches, my throat hurt like crazy. And I felt like a huge baby. Like a giant baby. I had given birth, how could I not handle a little bug?
At my mom's urging, I went to Urgent Care and much to everyone's surprise (except my mom), I have Strep Throat.
I shouldn't be too surprised because it is one of like 8 things floating around a daycare. But the last time I had strep throat was my 6th grade birthday party. And I guess it is terribly uncommon for adults to get it.
Thanks daycare. Apparently I lick door knobs or something.
But, good news, when adults do contract strep it usually hits them super hard and wipes them out. That little gem was delivered by the Urgent Care doctor, to which I looked at him, raised my hand and said, "Um... yeah. I know."
So I have spent the weekend desperately hoping I don't get Phil and Henry sick and doing my best to drink fluids since those were the doctors orders (because drinking anything when your throat feels like it is red hot and full of razor blades is so easy). I'm no longer contagious and can get back to showering Henry with kisses and cuddles. We both missed them A LOT.
{Dinner time is before bath time for a reason}
{Henry took a selfie}
We are hoping for a healthy week and (fingers crossed) rest of February. Maybe I'll even blog about something else. Don't get too excited.
It's so hard to be a mom and be sick! I always hate not being able to love on my kids when I have germs to share. Glad you're feeling better!
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