(A call from the Cape just informed me that my Nephew now has it and is running a 102 degree fever. I'm like a deer caught in headlights here, waiting to inevitably get sideswiped, errr...make that crushed, with more of it in the form of Middle and Baby becoming ill. My mom casually informed me that oh yeah, they all swapped spit by sharing water bottles at the beach last week. Ewww.)
And then I saw this headline. Scary.
Eldest woke up with more of the same fever this morning. Over 100. Yesterday he managed to eat 5 fish sticks (random, and gross, I know) and some double noodle soup. Which was an improvement over just the popsicles that he's eaten since Thursday. My hulking almost 7-year-old football player is down from 46 pounds to a meager 43. I'm keeping a close eye on possible dehydration, but the fever is starting to worry me. He started running one on Wednesday night.
More to come, I'm sure.
In the meantime, will you make me feel better by voting for me?! Voting ends today.