My mom came down with the flu last week. As it turns out, she tested positive on Wednesday afternoon. Just a couple of house after Henry and I came to have lunch with her at work. Of course she held him and kissed him and loved him all through lunch...as any grandma would! She was so sad when she called to tell me she was positive. Not worried about herself, only worried about the sweet boy.
I, for one, was VERY worried about my mom! She has Rheumatoid Arthritis (which, in case you don't know, is not like normal arthritis, but is just a horrible autoimmune disease) which has been giving her issues for quite some time. She is on a medication which suppresses her immune system, so the last thing she needed was the flu!
Anyway, she was worried about Henry, the rest of the family was worried about her. Still, I wont deny that I was not excited about the idea of a four month old with the H1N1 flu...not at all. I mean, flu is horrible for someone who understands why they feel that bad. What do you do for a baby that has no idea what is happening?? Sounds like a nightmare. For him and for us.
Well, I am happy to report that after three days of paranoia around here (every little sniffle or upset stomach, body ache or exhaustion led to ,"Oh here it is! the SWINE flu!! HORROR!!!) We have passed the incubation period and are flu free! I have never been one to worry about getting sick, but clearly having Henry has changed that. I mean, when I got sick before him I could crawl in bed and feel like I am going to die. Not fun, but at least the only person I had to worry about was myself. Now when I think about the flu my first thought is how I don't want him to get it. How I don't want him to be miserable. And then...oh man...how I don't want to get it AND him get it at the same time. Because that sounds like Hell. Looks like this will be the first year I will bother to get my flu shot.