RR, Pookie and I were really looking forward to getting down to New Orleans for some relaxing family time, some free babysitting in the form of KitKat (Pookie’s grandmother) and some fun. For the first time in a long time, we were going to spend Thanksgiving with my cousin, her husband and their three kiddos, and we were extremely excited about this. Unfortunately disaster struck the moment we arrived, and nothing worked out the way we had hoped it would.
The first horrible thing that happened was that the day we arrived, we were just settling in, when my grandparents (Mimi and Papoo) came over. I heard the front door opening and ran to greet them. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to the door soon enough because as I’m making my way to the front door, I see Papoo and a pot of soup flying through the air. He had tripped on the rug (damn that rug!!) at the entrance and fallen on top of Mimi. Believe it or not, the soup was saved. Only a little spilled out of the pot, but Mimi’s ankle wasn’t so lucky. RR insisted that she go to urgent care and took her there. Hours later, we learn that, fortunately, nothing was broken but that she did have a sprained ankle! What a great (not!) way to start the Thanksgiving holiday. But it gets better, and by better I mean worse! 🙂
The day after we arrived, Pookie had become quite fussy, and at first we attributed it to the change in routine. Then we started to see some pink spots on his chest. We hoped it was just his sensitive skin acting up, but by the next day, it was clear that he had a virus as he was covered from head to toe with pink and red spots, and he had a fever. We rushed him to the doctor, who fortunately could squeeze him into her lineup of 14 sick kiddos, and she diagnosed Mr Fuss Pants with a severe case of hand foot and mouth disease. Great!
Believe it or not, it gets even better, and by even better I of course mean even worse! The nurse had swabbed the inside of Pookie’s nose in order to test for the flu, and it turned out, as we only learned the next day, that he also had the flu. Like, for real? So, the doctor put Pookie on a regimen of Motrin and Tamiflu, and, fortunately, in very little time, he seemed to be feeling better. But frustratingly, we had no choice but to cancel Thanksgiving plans with my cousin and co. because Pookie could still be contagious, and she couldn’t risk any of her kiddos getting either one of Pookie’s nasty bugs. So they had to come up with a last minute Thanksgiving plan, and we had an extremely intimate (albeit lovely) Thanksgiving just the six of us.
One last ridiculous thing happened that made our Thanksgiving holiday officially the worst one ever. RR’s throat started hurting horribly, and no throat spray or over-the-counter medicine would give him any relief. Then his hands and feet started burning and developing red spots. Yep you guessed it! After another trip to the doctor, it became clear that he had caught hand foot and mouth disease from Pookie.
What could go wrong clearly did go wrong on this trip, and before we knew it, it was time for RR to head back to New York without having had a single bit of fun or relaxation. We hope that when RR comes back for Christmas that things will run a bit more smoothly.