Boy Blue, my youngest who became a middle child much too young, is and always will be my baby. He is a bigger Mama’s boy than his older brother and has the eating habits to prove it. His personality is so sweet, and his mind is always working on the next obstacle to climb or the next mischeivous event.
Last winter when I was tutoring, our family got sick three times. I was agast and had a hard time adjusting; I couldn’t believe we were so sick! The poor baby, being the second and not being a thumb-sucker, didn’t have the same immunity as his older brother and exhibited the worst symtoms. I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but sucking on Mummy’s hair does not provide the same immunological benefits and sucking one’s thumb.
This year has blown away all previous records for illnesses. We began the fall with our traditional late-summer-smackdown, and finished fall with the early-winter-illness. Off and on between Thanksgiving and Christmas we had repeated upper-respiratory and sinus viruses that we passed between family members. It was already the worst cold and flu season on record for our family.
But wait — there’s more!
Since Christmas Boy Blue has had a stomac bug four times. (I think four? At this point I’ve lost track.) Before this I thought a stomac bug was usually a 24-hour deal but each time the virus hit our home this winter it has been 3-5 days in duration for each affected member. Boy Blue has been the hardest hit with every wave, losing weight. Last month he was down to 22 pounds, this month I know he’s lost even more.
Then, of course, there was his failed attempt at a broken ankle. Two weeks out I think it’s safe to say that it is not broken, as he has finally stopped limping and favouring it. We escaped a splint or a cast and have only had to give him Tylenol a couple of times to help him sleep.
Yesterday he turned the corner from the last episode of his stomac bug. Each time he gets “better” from being sick it is as though he “wakes up.” Suddenly he’s dancing around the room, babbling, smiling, singing, and eating … it’s so easy to forget that only a few hours before he was still lethargic on the floor, half-asleep, half-awake.
It is so nice to have my baby back. This time, I hope we can go more than a week before the next event. I missed him.