Last Thursday, a couple friends and I were talking about our kids and various health things and I had the audacity to say:
“You know, Emma hasn’t been sick for a long time!”
On Saturday morning — less than 48 hours after making that remark — we were at the pediatrician’s office comfirming my mama-diagnosis of hand, foot and mouth disease.
Joy.
This is the second time she’s had hand, foot and mouth — last time it was the start of 2013’s month of never-ending sickness, which is forever burned/scarred into my brain — but last year I didn’t know enough to identify it on my own. This year it was obvious. She felt slightly warm on Friday night, and then on Saturday morning she started complaining about her mouth while eating breakfast. I’ve suspected for a couple weeks now that her 2-year molars may be starting to work their way in, so I didn’t immediately think anything of it.
But then Jose mentioned she had a rash on her bottom, and it didn’t look like typical diaper rash. And then I noticed splotches on her hands. And then I looked in her mouth again — and there were blisters on her tongue. Poor Emma!
The good news is that she seems to feel fine and has been acting like her normal self, except for an occasional complaint about her mouth. The doctor said she could go back to daycare when she was fever-free, and after Saturday morning she never felt warm again. We kept her home yesterday just as a precaution but she’s back today.
Someone please smack me the next time I jinx myself saying something about my kid being healthy.
Edit: The virus clearly make the jump from the baby room — where it was a couple weeks ago — to Emma’s room. When I dropped Emma off this morning, the sign on the classroom door announced 4 kids with confirmed hand, foot and mouth and 2 kids with suspected.
