Today strep entered our home. Actually, it's likely been lingering and festering for some time now, but today that swab said positive and so it was. Suddenly the air felt filled with germs, grime, invisible little critters biting at our heels and crawling on our skin no matter how much I sprayed, wiped, cleaned, sanitized, sterilized. Two days ago we were at the doctor and two days ago Ethan's strep test was negative. This morning he woke up with a 103 fever -- his first true fever -- and a recheck proved the swab test was now positive. I could tell by our doctor's sympathetic grimace-smile when she walked back in the room to deliver us the results. Strep.
In addition to a wet, deep bark of a cough that just won't quit, Ethan is now battling a feverish bout with strep. We spent our day moving between breathing treatments for the cough, seemingly constantly, and taking temperatures and medications to combat the unrelenting fever.
Today our saving graces were chilled organic fruit puree pouches and an ice from our favorite local Italian Ice location. Much love and thanks to you, Happy Baby and Cecilie's, respectively.
I have spent a great deal of time today staring at the disturbingly busy week ahead of us and hoping with everything in me that strep stays clear of everyone else in this home, and that Ethan's laundry list of medications all cooperate to provide a quick recovery. There is never a good time for strep ever, but now is truly a dreadful time. I have put all of my faith into a teaspoon of organic honey that I gave to Ethan before he went to bed in hopes it will quiet his cough enough to let him have a relaxing night of truly good sleep. Whatever hope is left has gone into hoping he wakes tomorrow without any trace of a fever.