It made for a very interesting day though because I received a call early that morning from the elementary school informing me that Sophia wasn't feeling well; her head was "squishy," a normal sign for her that there is sinus congestion. I advised them on what she could take for medication and said that if she wasn't feeling better soon, that I would come and pick her up. After just a few moments, I called the school back and told them that I would just simply check her out of school. She likely needed some rest and I didn't want her to miss the dance, if we could avoid it. She had been looking so forward to it.
After a long afternoon nap, she seemed to be doing much better. I gave her some extra medicine and the girls posed for a quick (and cold!) picture outside before leaving with Steve to head to dinner.
Meanwhile, I was back at home having some Momma-Son time with the boys. We had an easy dinner together and they were playing while I was working on some crafting (we have two special birthdays coming up for James and Sophia next month). I received a text message from Steve half-way through the dance informing me that Sophia was a "sick, tired mess."
I asked if he wanted me to come and get her and he said, "yes." I quickly put the boys in the van and drove the short distance to the school to pick her up. It was clearly the best choice because she really was feeling horrible. My hands were full when I got home between getting her into the shower and into bed (more meds, heating pad, cleaning up a mess of vomit after she smelled something that turned her stomach) and getting the boys down for the night too.
I ended up keeping her home from school the next day and she continued to recover over the weekend. With the exception of the isolated vomit incident, she ran a fever for a day and then dealt with sinus drainage and coughing. No flu that I know.
Now, fingers crossed that the rest of the kids stay healthy. In the meantime, I am disinfecting my house and doing more laundry than I care to ...!
