We’ve been sick around here. Lucy got strep throat, then Jack got strep throat while Phoebe got poison ivy in her eyes and pretty much everywhere else she has skin as well as strep throat. I got strep throat, too, and also Julia. We were all down for the week leading up to Jack’s birthday, so I was not prepared at all when it arrived. But two-year-olds will become three-year-olds whether you plan a party or not, so we all pitched in to honor the day the best we could at the last minute.
Everyone was feeling well enough to resume our regular activities. Jack slept in and spent time with my mom while I took the girls to school and picked up some gifts on the way home. Then, he and I headed to Build-A-Bear where he made Marshall from Paw Patrol.
We met Dave for lunch, then he went to pick the girls up from school. Jack and I lingered at the restaurant, playing Plants vs. Zombies together on the game tablet at the table. He snuggled into me as we tag-teamed our assault on the undead, celebrating each victory with high-fives and kisses. It was my favorite part of the day. After that, we went to Party City to make birthday treat bags he could share with his dance class. While we were gone, my mom and Phoebe put up balloons and Julia and Lucy wrapped the presents. Jack and I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and he picked out a cake. It was nothing compared to the cake I wanted to make him myself, but it had dinosaurs on it and after days of ginger ale, toast, and chicken broth, it tasted pretty damn good to us all.
On his birthday, he got a tool bench, a Tonka truck, some trains, and a cough. We all got the cough. A week later, it was getting better for everyone – except Jack, and he woke up one morning with red eyes and a rash.
A petechial rash.
That’s the bad rash, the one that doesn’t blanch when you press on it, the one that can be a sign of a life-threatening illness, which it wasn’t in Jack’s case, thankfully, though we didn’t know that for nearly 12 hours.
We went to our doctor who sent us to the ER at Akron Children’s Hospital who drew some blood, ran some tests, watched and waited and determined he had a virus, which was the best news we could get, though he was still feeling pretty lousy.
A week later, he’s a little thinner, but feeling a lot better. He’s still stuffed up and coughing. So is Lucy. And Phoebe. And Julia. Again. Ugh.