The moment I realized our Thanksgiving trip to Sacramento would be cancelled due to sickness was not one of my finest.
We had been sick for nearly a month by that point--starting with the stomach flu and cycling through colds, pink eye, ear aches and anything other plague Ev decided to bring home from preschool--and I was trying so hard to be optimistic about our circumstances but to be honest the kid-induced house arrest was making me want to explode. "At least we're getting it all out of our system before Thanksgiving!" I would say with a smirk, and maybe some "Rah! Rah! Rah's!" for good measure because what I needed more than anything was a trip to Sac to visit with family and take a long, deep, these-are-my-people breath. But everyone had to be well in order to make that possible.
Quinny spiked a fever on the Sunday night before Thanksgiving that couldn't be brought down, and then refused to eat or drink anything all day on Monday so I knew our trip would be delayed but still hoped a quick antibiotic would clear whatever infection was brewing in her baby body. But there was no infection, said our sweet doctor. It was a virus. A highly contagious virus. A yucky, horrible, "there are hundreds of blisters in your baby's throat, no wonder she won't eat" kind of virus. Quinn had hand, foot, mouth disease and we were not going to Sacramento.
Anyway, this was just a little post to explain my blog absence the past few weeks and to remind myself someday that mothering was/is the hardest job in the world and I should pat myself on the back. We are once again a healthy household and I'm just crossing my fingers and saying my prayers that it stays that way for a long, long time...at least through our Christmas trip to Sac. If you happen to have an extra finger to spare or if your knees aren't already too swollen from extended Heavenly talks a little mention of the Wigs would be greatly appreciated!
Other than those cuddles, our house mostly looked like this:
She was miserable, meaning the boys were miserable and basically the whole house felt pretty darn miserable. It took two whole weeks (plus a little) of house arrest before both kids were hand, foot, mouth free and I can't tell you how glad we are to get back to everyday life.
This silly smile is definitely something we missed and we are so, so glad our Quinny is back to herself again. Ridiculous blog catch-up is about to ensue, you've been warned!
SO sad! I had been thinking for the past couple of days before you posted this that it had been an unusually long time since you blogged. I hoped everything was o.k. Turns out you were just surviving! I'm glad you're all well now and back to the usual fun and good times that I love to read about.
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