Last Thursday night, Jammin' started complaining about his feet. I took a look and was astonished to see what appeared to be bug bites all over his heels and toes.
Tylenol, Hydrocortisone, and a mommy-hug later he fell asleep in his bed.
Three hours later I awoke to sobbing. Jammin' lay in bed, pouring his heart into his pillow. I rubbed his back and asked "What's wrong?" He didn't know, but spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.
By Sunday we knew Jammin' was not himself - no appetite, lethargic, and whiny. He complained of his mouth and tongue hurting, and yet, I could see no visible sores.
I took him to the doctor and after a careful examination there was a diagnosis:
Foot, hand, and mouth disease. WHAT? Isn't that a Cow disease? Nope - totally different.
So, poor Jammin' really was sick. He exposed his cousins (my Sister-in-law and children were visiting for 3 days while Jammin' was most contagious). Now I watch for Buttercup to show symptoms before we head North to visit my dad and step-mom and expose all the children in the neighborhood this weekend. Summer diseases are all about exposure, right?