I'd like to stop and take a moment to pat myself, and my genetic contribution to BabyBoy's immune system, on the back. My "spunky immune system" (rhuematologists phrase, not mine) causes me a lot of grief, my body is trying to eat itself, starting in the joints, and I am on a vigorous medication regimen to try and slow that down. Even with being in a constant state of immuno-suppression, I rarely get sick (but when I do, I tend to get REALLY sick). BabyBoy has had a number of ear infections that seem to be more related to physiology than to immunology, but all in all, he's a healthy little dude.
Last Sunday, a friend came over with his 13 month old to hang out with Hubby and BabyBoy while I went out to lunch and SAW A MOVIE with a girlfriend from work. The played as toddlers do, passing toys back and forth, then passed out in BabyBoy's crib for a nap together. On Monday, we got an e-mail: "Oh, I forgot to mention, our kid was running a fever yesterday - he just had a febrile seizure with a high fever, and the doctor thinks he has roseola."
Answer me this, internets. WHO the FUCK brings a sick kid with a fever over to play? As much as daycare rules annoy me when I get hit with them, they're there for a reason. "24 hours without medication and without evidence of fever above 100 accompanied by: diarrhea or vomiting, earache, headache, signs of irritability or confusion, sore throat, rash, fatigue that limits participation in daily activities." Do I have to start requiring a doctor's note for playdates?
The thing that really chaps my ass is that this is not the first time this parental unit has brought plague-baby over to interact with others. Does anyone remember the great stomach flu of 2011? Yep. Plague-baby started that one too. Oh, and it's the same couple that criticizes other parents on sleep-training and nutrition.
I should look at this as a positive, right? Each infant sickness that he has builds his immune system and (theoretically) means one less cold/flu/infectious disease later. I just hate that he's sick, and I can't help him, other than to administer Tylenol, cuddle him, make sure he drinks, and try to force food into his no-appetite mouth. Yesterday I think he ate two pieces of apples, 3 french fries and two slices of mandarin oranges total, which is the complete opposite of our normal hoover-it-down-not-picky eater.