As I write this, I’m lying in bed on a Saturday afternoon, sick with either the flu, exhaustion, or both. My son has chickenpox, just three months shy of when he’s able to get vaccinated.
He got it from me; I was blessed with shingles over Thanksgiving break. And before that, I had a nasty cold that my husband shared, and our son has roseola.
And before that … well, you get the picture. Having a baby, especially one in daycare, is a petri dish of conditions. I’m learning that right now — it has been a solid two months since I’ve felt 100%.
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