Just when things were starting to look up. Hand, Foot and Mouth enters our house.
Someone, somewhere was kind enough to give their germy germs to T. Thanks a million, mystery sickness sharer.
I am now stuck at home until Dr Google says we can enter the land of the living again. In quarantine. Cut off from society. House bound. You get the picture.
Only problem with this diagnosis is that T is perfectly fine. Seriously, if it wasn’t for the blisters I found on his feet we wouldn’t even know he was diseased. He has it so mild, it is ridiculous. There is about 20 on each foot, 3/4 on each hand and 1 spot on his tongue that I can see. Oh, and a few around his butt hole. No fever, no sick, no pain. He can still pitch a tantrum like nobody’s business, but that is common practice around here.
For those of you that do not know, Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease, which is not to be confused with Mad Cow Disease (it’s not even a disease – it’s just a virus), is an annoyingly common and usually mild childhood illness that spreads faster than a rumour in the playground. It affects, you guessed it, the hands, feet and mouth with little blisters which are accompanied with fever, general unwell and a sore throat. Sometimes, like with T, it can be quite a benign illness but some kids can get it pretty bad. We’ve been lucky.
So far H has not presented with any symptoms, so I think we might be in the clear with her. Fingers crossed. It looks as if my super magical wonder boob milk has protected another of my babies from a nasty virus. Go boobs! Boob milk kicks sicks butt.
So I have this healthy diseased toddler at home going crazy. I cannot tell you how many times we have watched Elmo’s Adventure In Grouchland in the last few days, but I could do a one woman recital of the entire movie. None of T’s friends that he has played with in the last week have gotten sick or come down with blisters, which is great, really it is, but it would be kinda nice if he had a sick little buddy to play with. Give Mumma Bear and Elmo a little respite!