I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day!!!
I did not.
I worked a long day (like, more than 12 hours). In the middle of my long work day, Mike called to tell me that he stopped down at the daycare to feed Ryan and attack his congestion with the booger bulb (if you’re a parent, you know what I’m talking about).
“He’s doing great!” Mike told me, as he drove back to work at the end of his lunch break.
Ten minutes later, he called back. “He’s not doing so great. The daycare just called and his fever spiked to 102.4 degrees. I’ve got to go get him.”
This kid had been battling an illness (or maybe two? or three?) for over a week now. As you may remember, we had a particularly interesting weekend battling off the germs. We thought he was doing better, but we thought wrong.
Of course, at this point, my mind is racing. What could it be? What if it’s not a cold? What if it’s something worse? What if we can’t figure out what it is? Why, oh why, do I have to work late tonight?!
He went to the doctor who said, “Well, he’s still happy, so I can rule out meningitis.”
You can rule out meningitis?! I hadn’t even CONSIDERED meningitis!
The doctor decided it was probably the flu. Or a urinary tract infection. Or some kind of other blood infection. But probably the flu. Let’s just watch it for a couple of days.
By the time I got home from work, Ryan was passed out, breathing loudly through his snot. Mike was finally getting around to warming up some leftovers for dinner. I was exhausted, but at least I’d already eaten a nice Valentine’s Day dinner – with my co-workers. It was slightly reminiscent of how we felt after the longest Christmas ever.
But then I saw this on the kitchen table:
And suddenly, it was the best Valentine’s Day I’d ever had.