Poor Max had to miss J’s birthday party cos he had just recovered from HFMD so we decided to keep him home just to be on the safe side. J has a little brother who is barely 4 months old and we didn’t want to risk him catching anything from Max. We did bring home a party favor for him, check it out!
isn't he the cutest fireman?
Ally decided to be "Bob the Builder"
I wanted to take the kids to the zoo to watch the “Animal Friends Show”. The weather was very gloomy but we decided to try our luck anyway. Unfortunately there was a thunder storm and the show was canceled. We did manage to feed the goats before the rain came. Ally really enjoyed talking to the goats as she fed them. I have no idea what she said but she assured me that the goats understood her perfectly.
They were rather impatient while waiting for Ally to select their food
Looks like goat feeding has been added to our list of " must-do" at the zoo from now on
Ally and Max were at Grandma’s house this afternoon. Both were taking their afternoon nap and when I went to check on them, I was greeted with this heart warming sight.
Two Sleeping Children
Asleep, hand in hand
Just as Max is getting over his HFMD, he is now running a fever. Which explains why I’m up at this time instead of sleeping. The poor kids just can’t seem to get well, its one after the other. I really hope both of them recover quickly! It sounds selfish but I really need a good night’s sleep, getting interrupted each time I fall into a deep sleep makes me a rather unpleasant person to be around.
Max has the greatest laugh, just watch the video to see what I mean.
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Max has been babbling a lot recently and today he walked into the kitchen and said ” yisha!” which is actually ” Neesha” the name of our dog. At first I thought I heard him wrongly, but when Neesha walked out of the kitchen, he said it again ” Yisha!” Later on when I was trying to feed him his medicine, he shook his head from side to side, put up his hand and said ” no nice!” I was extremely surprised and very amused at the same time.
Now that Max is starting to talk, we realised that he’s not the quiet boy we made him out to be. The noise level in our household has just gone up a notch.
As it turns out, Max doesn’t just have the flu. This morning I noticed little blisters on his feet and took him to the doctor immediately. My suspicions were correct, he has Hand Foot and Mouth disease (HFMD). This is the 2nd time we’ve experienced HFMD, Ally first contracted it during her first Christmas. Although its fairly passed on to adults, I had it the same time Ally did, we both spent a lonely Christmas at home.
Luckily he seems to have a mild case, he’s already in so much discomfort, I can’t imagine if he had full blown HFMD. It’s times like these that I truly appreciate the benefits of breastfeeding. I like to think that both kids only had a mild attack of HFMD due to the fact that they were both breastfed when it happened.
Poor Max, I hate seeing him so miserable. Can’t wait to see his cheeky grin and hear his infectious laughter once again.
Having an ice lolly to try and soothe his throat
The lack of sleep, the constant whining and the clingy children are starting to get to me. I know its not their fault, they are really miserable. Max’s temperature tends to spike at night, last night was the worst, he just couldn’t get comfortable and fussed no matter what I did. The gloomy weather is just a reflection of the mood in this house. I’ve broken the house rules and deployed the television to entertain them this afternoon. Let’s hope that I’ll get my happy, healthy children back soon.
The kids seem to be on the road to recovery, Ally’s temperature has stayed in the normal range today which is a big relief for me. Max’s temperature is still fluctuating but he is still in good spirits.
We’re having a real struggle with Ally’s antibiotics. She has to take them for 5 days post surgery and usually she has no problems taking medicine. Unfortunately, this antibiotic is really bitter and foul tasting. The first 2 days were fine, now that she’s feeling better, she’s protesting more and more. It brings back memories of my own childhood, I was a nightmare each time I fell ill. I hated any sort of medicine and my mother would be pulling out her hair trying to get me to take them.
If anyone has any suggestions on how to make it easier for her to take her antibiotics, please let me know.
Poor Ally has a bad case of flu, just as her body is recovering from surgery, now she has to fight the flu bug as well. Her temperature went up to 39.5 last night but thankfully I managed to bring it back down with some medication. As it turned out, Max started to burn up as well and has been feverish most of today. Needless to say none of us got much sleep last night.