Monday, October 8, 2012

The Preschool Plague


I really thought it would at least take a couple weeks before the first bug made it home, but in fact it took three days.  And since most bugs have an incubation period of like, 48 hours, that means he got this sucker the moment he walked in the door and said "Hi!  I'm Henry!".

It started on Friday when he got home from school.  A runny nose, but it didn't seem that bad.  It moved into a low grade fever by bedtime.  He said he couldn't lay down to sleep, he was too sick.  So he literally slept sitting up on the couch.  He said he couldn't drink his chocolate milk, he was too sick.  When I asked if he wanted a hug he said, 'No mama.  I too sick for hugs."

Too sick for hugs.  That is serious stuff. 

We pushed through the weekend and he seemed better.  Still sick, but well enough to do the stuff we were going to do.  I thought it was mostly behind us.  But this morning he woke up with a nasty little cough and Papa decided he was too sick for school.  So off to Nana's house he goes for the next couple of days.  (THANKS NANA!  Happy birthday!  Here's a lovely germ!)  Hopefully he will be back to normal soon.

I woke up this morning to an aching throat and a runny nose.  Awesome. Screw you, preschool plague.   I hate you already.



  1. Oh, I'm so sorry! I was sure that Baguette would be home within days of starting daycare, and was amazed that it took six weeks. But now when she brings things home, 4 out of 5 times, the version we get is nastier than the one she gets. Which, if I had to pick, would be the way I'd go--but I'd prefer it if we were all healthy all the time.

  2. Those places really need a purell dip system. Everyone coming in gets a dip. I say this as LO changed my weekend plans thanks to a similar fever then runny nose progression.

    A pox on the plague!