A Monday trip to the doctor is NEVER good indication of how your week is going to go. Never.
Reese has had a runny nose for going on two weeks. This is really nothing new at our house; my nose runs nine out of twelve months a year. Allergies are a family curse. Friday night he started to appear a little less runny nosed and a little more stopped up nosed {Sorry. I know I just butchered the English language.}. Congestion interferes with pacifier sucking which in turn interferes with sleep. Ours and Reese's.
Saturday afternoon he spiked a fever-- 101.7. He sat in my lap for almost two hours. Yikes! I knew we were in for trouble. Yesterday his fever continued, PLUS he developed a mild rash on his arms and legs.
My mind immediately flashed back to a sign I saw posted at daycare last week. "We have had a severe case of Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease in this facility." It went on to list the symptoms; two of which were fever and rash.
Lofton took the Monday morning shift and I swooped in around lunch to day to take my puny feeling angel to the doctor.
My suspicions were confirmed. Not only does little man have a sinus infection, he also has hand, foot and mouth disease {I'm going to start abbreviating this HFM}. Seriously, God. Why? Isn't one illness at a time enough?
His rash is very mild. So mild in fact, that to confirm it was in fact HFM, Dr. Greer looked down his throat. The tell tale sign of HFM is ulcers in your throat. Check. We got 'em. They are very painful for little man which is why he has been hesitant to eat {not that he can't stand to drop a few lb's} or swallow medicine.
Antibiotics are now in hand for the sinus infection. Unfortunately, HFM just has to run it's course.
My nightly prayer is now going to contain the plea, "Please Lord, let this family make it through flu season in one piece."
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