Open mouth, insert germs

I was heading home yesterday all fired up to do my P90 routine when Gina called and said that Ryan had a fever at day care. Gina had him at home, and I picked them up and headed to the pediatrician’s. At this point we may as well have a season pass to our doctor’s office. Boo was burning up and so out of it that he napped in the examining room, otherwise known in his unfevered mind as The Room That Makes Me Scream.

Our regular doctor’s partner walked in and gave Ryan a quick once-over. The good news: it’s not strep, and both the baby’s ears are fine. The bad: he’s got a lovely case of hand-foot-mouth disease. Yet another entree from the germ smorgasbord we’ve come to know as day care.

Not that it’s ever a good time for your baby to be sick, but this meant that we had to call my family and bow out of hosting Father’s Day. I didn’t think my sibs with babies would appreciate hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill and a contagious virus to go.

To add to our Friday excitement, we arrived home from the doctor to find that our power was out. A storm had blown in during our appointment and knocked out half the city. Thankfully it was back on by the time we returned from a buggy ride.

The baby was up on and off all night but he’s feeling better today. We’re hoping for a good, long healthy stretch once we’re out of the woods again. He must have been exposed to almost every known disease by now.

The problem with the germ buffet at daycare is for toddlers, it’s All You Can Eat.