We took a lovely long weekend trip to Missouri over Easter.
Given that my child is almost two and a half, it really is a crap shoot of what to expect from him on the 7.5-hour drive. For example, last time we made the trip, he projectile vomited within 5 miles of my parents’ house.
It could have been worse, I suppose. He could have thrown up in hour 2 and the smell would have destroyed us all. So there’s that.
But anyway, he did great. Both the ride down and back. Possibly the best road trip we’ve had with him.
My husband, however, did not fare so well.
He got the chills the night before we drove back home.
We still drove back, but turns out it was strep throat. And we had all been trapped in a car together for 7.5 hours.
Kyle immediately went into quarantine. And while I like to think of myself as a loving wife, there’s only so much nurturing to go around. And when I am doing everything I can to keep my child from getting strep, there’s not much leftover when it comes to looking over his well-being.
I warmed up a couple of cans of soup. Threw a bottle of NyQuil at him through a slightly opened door. Provided him with some Clorox wipes to wipe down anything he touched between the two rooms he was allowed in – our bedroom and the bathroom.
And then I slept on our family room couch for two days.
Because it is all about survival. And sorry, bro, you have fallen and I cannot help you until you are officially no longer contagious.
That does seem harsh. But to be fair, if I were to get sick, I would expect about the same. One adult being sick is tolerable. But if you take the child down with you, we’re going to have problems.
He must be protected at all costs.
So Kyle stayed in quarantine and I caught up on Netflix in the evenings, with crochet in hand.
I really love the texture, but due to the size of this throw, it’s been slow going. It’s also stalled at the moment, because I need to buy more yarn for it.
With health being restored in our household, I also expect it to stall more because I am desperately behind on my NICU blanket goals.
Gonna have to partially blame the husband and his germs on that one. 🙂