Sharing Germs

Tuesday:  I pick up Raphaela from Gan and her cheeks are bright red.  I assume that she has had an allergic reaction to some food she ate, and apply baby oil to her face after her bath.

Wednesday:  Gan calls me in the middle of the work day, Raphaela is "not herself" and complains of unspecified pains;  with a mild fever, they suggest that I arrive immediately and take her home.  I cancel my afternoon patient load, rush over to find Raphaela napping peacefully.  Her nursery teacher tells me that "it seems to have passed."

Somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday, in the middle of the night:  I am suffering from stomach cramping and diarrhea, Raphaela has developed a serious fever and comes into my bed whimpering.

Thursday:  I cancel my patient load, a meeting I had scheduled, and decide that it is less important to go grocery shopping before Shabbat this week.  Raphaela and I hang out at home, taking naps and eating very little.  Her mood improves during the day, but the fever goes up and down.  We join Harry, who has been grounded inside the house the entire week because of a leg sprain.

I have no idea if I will get anything done tomorrow either.