On Monday morning I got Joa out of his crib and noticed a small rash on his chin. Normally this is no cause for concern as the boy has super sensitive skin and any little thing can make a rash appear. This time was different. Hand, foot and mouth had been spreading like wildfire at the daycare and I had all kinds of anxiety one of the kiddos would get it. If I had put money on it I would have bet on Mia because there had already been 2 cases in her room and none in Joaquim’s room…yet.
I debated on if I should even bring him in to daycare that morning. His rash didn’t LOOK like what I had seen for HFM and since he is so prone to rashes I was trying to be optimistic. Side note: this was also the day I was supposed to take both kiddos to Brunch with Santa at my work. Something Mia had been looking forward to for weeks.
I decided to take him, risking the chance of them sending me right back home with him. The teachers thought the rash looked different too so they let me drop him off with the warning I may be getting a call to pick him up if things change. I scrambled through scenarios in my head and coordinated car switches and drop off/pick up scenarios so I would still be able to take Mia to Brunch with Santa as promised.
Brunch was at 10:30, I get a call at 9:30. “Yeah…we had our manager look at him and we need you to take him in and see if the Dr thinks it is or not, hopefully it isn’t and you can drop him back off!” Somehow, and with the help of my super in-laws, everything worked out to get Joa out of daycare and home and for me to be able to stay behind and take Mia to brunch. Which will get it’s own post because it deserves one.
The rest of the week I have had to work from home. Keeping Joa at home so he would not pass this icky thing to any other babes, I came to realize something. How much of a blessing him getting HFM really was. Lately I had been struggling with the whole working mom thing. I’m sure all working mom’s go through waves of this like I do. Times when you just wish you could be home with your babies. Times when you feel like you are missing out on every milestone, every development. Not getting to see these tiny people you created become their own versions of themselves. Missing them discover their likes and dislikes, problem solve, eat, nap, grow, missing it all.
I had been praying about it; without even noticing at times I would be talking to God about it, asking if this was best, if this was a test he had for me to show my strength, my faith, my patience…praying for time with my babies, for milestones to happen when I was home or at least with them. I especially prayed for time with Joaquim as I was constantly feeling the guilt of a second child not getting as much of my undivided attention as the first one did. And here it was. His case of HFM was mild from what I could tell, others had far worse. But he had it, which meant he could not be at daycare until he had healed and the fever was gone. Joaquim, sweet angel baby that he is, rarely fussed, especially considering he was still nursing the burn from a couple weeks ago. And while I still was working from home, I got that time I had prayed about. Time to feed him, put him down for nap, play a bit and bond over my lunch breaks. My prayer was answered, in the oddest of ways but it was answered nonetheless. And I am so, so grateful.