The weekend the little one (aka poorly pickle) had been off colour. Not quite himself. He'd just got over (another) cold and was feeling better but something was not right. His little cough and sniffles persisted in the night. A high temp on him and a really awful couple of nights. I even rushed him to the doctors. But I knew it wasn't just so.
He wasn't just experiencing eczema, these spots were appearing fact and raised and angry and man oh man was he Grumpy. Over everything. Literally nothing I did was right.
It was nagging at me, so after sharing some symptoms with a lovely doctor friend of mine we got to the diagnosis. Hand foot and mouth. Oh gee it's been awful. His mood has been horrible. His sleeping awful (over two nights I managed 9 hours and I had work in between. I drank a lot of coffee) however we are finally (hopefully) nearing the end. The spots are healing and ok old scabby boy looks like a Dalmatian it means we finally might have our happy boy back. Who will sleep in his own bed and not on top of our covers.
And big olé'yay with a cherry on top for a little poorly pickle feeling better. Boom
goes the canon.