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we got it.
it started last week on wednesday, when i was on the phone with amex, and you had fallen asleep on the rug in child’s pose. you have never put yourself to sleep ever! you took a two hour nap, and then i offered to take you to the transit museum. it made me so sad to see you so tired and laying down. you told me, “ok mama, but i just wanna lay here for a few more minutes.”
we went to the museum, bought the R and Q trains, and left to go to Trader Joe’s and then the train. it was a long walk. you fell asleep on the way, for another 30 minute nap. you could hardly keep your eyes open the whole day.
we got home, and you took another two hour nap!!! burned up with a fever that time, and you woke up in a pool of sweat. you had some fruit (barely ate or drank water the whole day) and then went to bed at regular time, 7 pm.
you woke at 3:30 am with all the energy in the world.
i was tired and not having it. you were cranky, but awake. we took a nap from 9-11 and we felt much better to go to dada’s open house. you made friends with S’s son, went down the slides, played soccer, had popcorn, drank seltzer. a blast. we got home around 9, you took a bath, and we went to bed. at night, you woke up screaming for itchy cream.
friday, i noticed a BUNCH of spots on your body. i was furious because i thought it was from the rough texture on the first slide. that G had told me was dipped in gasoline?! so i assumed it was an allergic reaction. in the night, you woke up so uncomfortable and screaming for dada. like a half an hour. we had to facetime him, and then come to my room to sleep to wait for him.
saturday, i make a big deal of the spots to dada. R spends the day at our house because his parents are going the world cup. you play a ton. you’re super happy. share some ice cream with him. dada naps, WP naps, i’m cleaning up by the house. by night time, when you’re asleep, i’m wiped, and my head’s exploding.
today. we wake up to dada having gone to soccer. we do our meditation and go to brush our teeth. my toe is in PAIN. i check. i have spots. i realize it’s not unrelated. my throat hurting (thought it was from eating too many baked goods, ty TCM), my head exploding, my toe throbbing. we have hand foot mouth disease.
gross. this is insanely itchy. my spots are growing by the hour. it hurts to walk. to speak. to swallow. to touch water. i can’t even imagine what it’s like for you. you peed the bed tonight. in our bed now. te amo.