The Life and Times of a Navy Husband

Having a sick kid sucks! Sickness in general is bad, but it’s even worse when dealing with a toddler. I feel so bad for him: he doesn’t know why he feels crappy, doesn’t know why he can’t breathe through his nose, doesn’t know why he’s so tired.

This has been our first experience with Sean being sick. He went from “shouting groceries” the first day to a fever to a cough to a stuffy nose. It didn’t help that the world was in the grip of swine flu hysteria. (OK, I was, too, but I calmed down when his fever went away.)

Our response has been, on the whole, pretty balanced. We’ve got him back on a two-nap schedule, and (per Grandma’s advice) we’ve been letting him eat whatever he wants just to get food in his belly. One day that basically amounted to eating nothing but Cheerios and Fig Newtons. We also invested in a vaporizer for his room, which we call Sickbot because it looks like a medical droid and it glows.

So now the whole house is sick (except the cats; the virus hasn’t jumped species, yet). First Sean, then me, now Danielle. In spite of that, we drove the pestilence wagon up to Boston Friday and spent two days visiting my sister, who will now also probably get sick (sorry!). I’m not sure what we were thinking, but we wanted to get up there for a visit before Danielle leaves for Virginia for half the summer. So I’m glad we went, even if we did set off a Sickbot epidemic in the city of Boston.