Of course. It always happens this way. I had no sooner hung up the phone with another mum (after I told her I would skip a play date due to the fact her child was sick), when I noticed Chase's nose had started to run - again. Oh, great, another tooth, I thought to myself.
This morning, however, the poor darling woke up with red cheeks. They were so rosy they looked like they had been painted on.
And so begins quarantine. I called and cancelled everything. Her music and language lessons. My language lesson. I stuffed her full of kiwi fruit this morning (vit. c), passed on the yogurt (to reduce mucus generation) and have been following her with tissues all day. The hardest part is trying to catch what comes out after a sneeze - before she does. Otherwise she wipes it all over her face. Her eyebrows and eyelashes will then stick together or form unusual shapes, much like the hair of a teenage boy who is using gel in his hair for the first time.
And so begins the waiting, watching, monitoring. Is she eating? Is she behaving normally? Does she have a temperature?
And to think I was just thanking my lucky stars that she had not had a runny nose for weeks.
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