Tuesday, March 27, 2012


So, after the doctor appointment yesterday I learned two things:

1)  It is never good to hear the words, "this is the worst case I have ever seen in my career" in regards to anything.  EVER.

2)  When colleagues are brought in, and the word specimen is used to describe your toddler, it is not good. Not good at all.

So, apparently my son's case of Hand Foot Mouth Disease is the worst that two doctors and one physician's assistant had ever witnessed.  So much so in fact that he was stripped down so they could all see how bad it really was.  I knew it was bad.  I knew he felt like poo.  I knew we weren't sleeping well.  I knew he did not really want to eat.  I knew I had to keep him hydrated.  Again, I knew it was bad, or at least it seemed bad since I had never experienced this before.  However, to find out that it is REALLY bad, just made me feel bad.  I was right.  I did not want to be right.  I just want him to feel better.

So, now we are getting some unexpected time at home together since you cannot send a child to daycare looking like he has third degree burns and is covered in this horrid rash.  So we stay home.  We read.  We watch too much television.  We hug.  We cuddle.  We enjoy this time as much as we can.  We continue to hope that each morning when he wakes up we will notice less bumps, and he will feel better.  This has not happened yet, but there is always tomorrow.


Monday, March 26, 2012

Is that what you get from animals?

Or what I like to fondly call "our experience with Hand Foot Mouth Disease."  First of all, anything with the word disease in it already sounds terrible, then add on the actual symptoms and you have a real certifiable mess!

How it began:  I picked Caleb up from daycare on Friday, a beautiful sunny day, to find out that his favorite friend there most likely had Hand Foot Mouth Disease.  Now, being a teacher, one that works with young children, I have likely passed out information on this to families I work with in the past.  However, for some reason I could not for the life of me figure out or remember what this "disease" was.  So, I did what every other respectable parent would do...googled it.  Oh boy, this was either a great idea because I knew what to look for, or a terrible idea because I knew what was to come.

Fast forward to Friday night.  A fever starts.  Maybe it is a fluke?  Please let it be a fluke. Please don't let my baby (er toddler) get this nasty blister like rash!  I decided it must be a fluke.  I called the nurse line to find out how to handle this if (when) it comes.  Basically, I learned there is a not much you can do.  Your child is destined to not want to eat, drink, and will have sores all over the hands, mouth (in and out), and feet...possibly also the arms and legs.  Since there were no sores I hoped we had missed this boat.

Saturday:  We woke up and there was no fever!  Phew!  I decided we could head to music class because all was well.  While at music class my lovely toddler told me, "bye bye music class", so we left early.  Uh oh. Crossing fingers, knocking on wood, saying prayers...anything to avoid this.  Saturday night, the rash develops.  It is small, manageable, not interrupting eating or drinking, or sleeping (that much).  I think it won't be that bad.

Sunday:  The rash has grown...a lot...it is gross.  Now I know I will have to miss work, which sucks, but not as much as I am sure having this yucky, blistery, bumpy, large rash.  It started on the hands, moved to the arms, soles of his feet, legs, in his mouth, around his mouth, and even a couple on his ear.  He does not eat well, but is thankfully drinking well.  He also is not sleeping well, so he spends a bit of time Sunday night in mommy and daddy's bed.  It is terrible.

Monday:  We are heading to the doctor today to find out when he can return to daycare...luckily daddy is home tomorrow with him, so we are good until Wednesday.

Beware...below is a picture of this rash..uck.  I just hope he feels better soon, and that people stop asking me if it is the same disease that farm animals get.  No.  It is just a yucky rash that will soon pass.  Ugh.


Friday, March 16, 2012


Dear Caleb,

You are a wonderful 21 months old...nearly a two year old, and quite hilarious.  Your new favorite saying is "happened?".  You typically say this when you are quite sure of what happened.  Today during your nap you pulled your paintings off of the wall and had them neatly stacked in your crib.  I knew you had done this since it was the SECOND time, and I now know the sound of canvas being rubbed together.  I know you do not know that I painted those for your bedroom, or that you could damage them, in fact I am sure that the only thing you are thinking about is the fact that you do not want to nap.  You will sometimes also say "happened?" when you color on your hands with a marker, or when you spill something.   Often you do things on purpose just so you can ask what "happened?".  Oh how I love you and love the fact that you are such a smart and funny little guy.