Well, that thing I was worried was a fever... was actually conjunctivitis or, for the kiddies reading this, "pinkeye".
Because I am such an open person, I decided to share for you what "looking through KC's rose-colored" er, eye looks like:
Nasty, eh? But when I saw the picture, that's when I came up with the title of this post. My first few months as a mother I may as well have been walking around with two eyes like that. And to think, someday I want to have another. What's wrong with me?
My god, I didn't think adults got pinkeye, it's like kids getting alzheimers. I had it (pinkeye, that is) before, in first grade; I was the outcast of my class for a couple of weeks because my white-bread-and-almost-entirely-white-skinned catholic school chums thought I turned into a devil. How right they were, but how could they have known? It wasn't until 20 years later that I married "outside", as they say.
Surprise, surprise, this time, I got it from Jared. And I assume he picked it up from someone at daycare, and yet here I am conflicted about when it's OK to bring him back to daycare.
Side note: any doctor or parent who suggests that you should keep an 18 month old child from spreading illnesses by frequent hand-washing, I suggest you go invent a device that would prevent 18 month old children from touching their own bodily fluids immediately after said hand-washing; there ain't no way in hell I can prevent it 24/7 or at all, and I can guarantee you that at one point in the day his hand will wind up in my mouth exploring my teeth or trying to push a cracker between my lips ("fishie!!").
Fortunately he's in a perfectly chipper mood, except for how every time he naps his eyes crust over. But other than that, everything's just A-OK at our household. Hooray for spending our entire Thanksgiving long weekend with two family members sick and the other suffering from major jetlag!
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