This virus kicked my butt. Actually, it kicked Harry's, but I have to help him cope. It all started on Monday with a call from daycare saying that he had a fever of 102.
On Tuesday he still had a fever so we kept him home, with me taking the morning shift and Chris arriving home around 11 so I could go to work for awhile.
On Wednesday he woke up grouchy, but no fever so we decided to send him to daycare. I got a call at noon saying that he was inconsolable and they had noticed a spot on the tip of his tongue that looked like a blister. So I picked him up, took him to the doctor and got the diagnosis - Hand, Foot and Mouth, or the coxsackie virus.
We then spent the next day and a half with him in a lot of pain and totally unable to tell us why. Very frustrating and very sad. He would try to eat something and cry because it made the sore on his tongue hurt more.
I'm pleased to say that he's on the mend and currently happily munching on a piece of chicken.