Yesterday I slept in till 7:30. This is highly unusual even with being pregnant since we have a two year old that wakes us at 5am pronouncing, "Mom?! Dad?! Mom?! Dad?! Breakfast? OK. Breakfast? OK, yeah...OK, yeah, let's go..." The refrain repeats without a snooze button until you're vertical.
But I slept through it all...my head hurt, my left foot too, my throat, my hands...what the? - oh - no! I sat up with a lurch to examine my hands in the dim light. Yep, blisters. My foot, same. I sighed and stood to look in the mirror. Not thrilled for many reasons but the most pressing issue, HFMD. Maybe I was wrong though.
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| The first of many blisters... |
One hour later I was at Zoomcare and it was confirmed by a nervous pregnant Physician's Assistant who accidentally touched my hands. (I told her right away to use hand sanitizer when I saw a glimpse of panic in her eyes and that it wouldn't offend me, she did.) She explained that my immune system was compromised by the pregnancy and being so sick for the past six months. My body was waving a flag of surrender but it didn't understand that I had a two year old to keep up with.
So today is a day of indulgences to keep Nora happy.
A day full of contraband for a 31 month old. Movies and cartoons (Pitch Perfect, Grease, Bob's Burgers, and Sesame Street), oatmeal molasses cookies, and more outfit changes than a Beyonce awards performance. Now, like a lot of days lately, I wait for a nap...and these blisters to go away. I only hope that we'll be able to get out and enjoy the fall before it's over. I have to get better in time for Halloween so I don't ruin it for her. Here's hoping for a fast recovery and the sanity to survive being cooped up even longer.
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