School started exactly 3 weeks ago today for Zoe. I've been counting down the days until the first illness hits our house. One of her little friends came down with an ear infection and a fever in week one. I knew it was only a matter of time. Like clockwork, the end of week two started the drippy nose and a low-grade fever.
It wasn't anything I was too concerned about because Zoe tends to do that. She'll get a low-grade fever and a runny nose if she's overly tired. She gets that randomly throughout the year. I didn't think too much of it.
Yesterday afternoon she was totally okay. No runny nose. No low-grade fever. Energy I wish I could bottle. She was great.
Until 7:15.
She grabbed her ear, complained that it hurt and wanted to go to bed. She was asleep by 7:30.
It wasn't a restful sleep either. She'd toss and turn, whimper and just generally feel terrible. It broke my heart to see her like that.
I've planned to call the school and let them know she wouldn't be there. I've planned to call the doctor and get in to see him today.
She woke up, totally ready for school. No runny nose. No low-grade fever. No ear pain. Nothing. She's totally fine.
I woke up with a scratchy throat and a small headache. I have a feeling it jumped ship from her glands and landed in mine. I'm not taking bets that in a few days, I'll get 12 hours of sleep and feel totally refreshed.
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