Off to the doctor we went.
A tentative diagnosis and $60 worth of skin creams later, we were spreading Amelia in goop, changing sheets and doing laundry, and praying that this stuff was not as contagious as the doctor said it could be. So far, neither of us have gotten it, so I'm a little doubtful that it's what the doctor thought. The creams do seem to help and she is much improved by today.
Me? Not so much.
Saturday afternoon I developed horrible body aches and my throat started to hurt. We didn't go to church yesterday since Amelia looks like she has some sort of plague, and I felt like sitting up for a whole hour would be pretty unsuccessful. I hoped I would improve enough to head to my parents for our Easter meal, but we had to skip that too.
I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty disappointed that I felt like hell on Easter. Even today, on my last day of break, I'm pretty sure that we are going to be mostly homebound since it feels like shards of glass are scraping down my throat when I eat. But moping about it does no good, so I'm going to suck it up and enjoy some good snuggle time with my little girl and perhaps take an afternoon nap. Who wouldn't want to cuddle up to this?
|Loves Mama's linguine!|
|Wherever there's food and a toddler, Molly is sure to be close by!|
|You can see a little of her rash in this naptime pic.|