We've only just begun our third week of school and already all three kids have been sick. It certainly didn't take long for the bugs to start being shared.
Campbell started the trend last Wednesday afternoon by spiking a fever of 103.5. It came down relatively quickly with Advil, but he was a mess the rest of the day. At 9:00 pm he woke up fussing, and I checked his temperature - 104.1. Time for more Advil. His fever broke at about 1:00 am, and he woke up Thursday morning without a temperature. Unfortunately, he was a cranky, clingy kid the rest of the day.
Friday afternoon Ella came home from school saying she was tired. I should have known something was wrong, because the child will NEVER admit to being tired. She had a birthday party that evening, and I asked if she was too tired to go, and of course she said no. I chalked her tiredness up to her first rock climbing team practice the night before. She climbed for two hours and then didn't get to bed until later than usual. I explained all this to the birthday girl's mom when I dropped Ella off and headed to another party with Lily. When I picked Ella up two hours later, she was mostly asleep on the sofa, despite the commotion of the party. As soon as we got in the car, she started sobbing that her head hurt. I took her temperature when we got home - 103.5. No wonder she had been so droopy before the party. I felt awful for sending her off to the party without noticing she was sick.
Ella spent most of Saturday flat on the sofa watching movies. But she rebounded with a vengeance Saturday night, bouncing off the walls with energy. She's been fine ever since.
However, it's Lily's turn now. She started complaining of a headache Sunday afternoon. So I took her temperature - 100.3 - and gave her Advil. She and I took a three-hour nap in my bed, but she was still complaining of a headache when she woke up. Today she's at home, flat on the sofa. She doesn't have a high fever, but she obviously doesn't feel well. So she's missing school and her first ballet class of the fall. I haven't even mentioned that to her because I know it will cause buckets of tears.
My hope is that neither B nor I come down with whatever this is. Although, you would think that after three kids we would have become immune to pretty much whatever they bring home.
In the meantime, we'll have another quiet day of watching PBS and drinking Sprite.