Hubby is a smart man. A caring man. A compassionate man (unless of course you’re driving below the speed limit and making him late for work). He is a good dad. An involved dad. A dumb dad.
Wait……. Did I say dumb? I guess when you type free-flowing thoughts, sometimes your fingers get ahead of your brain…. OR, sometimes your fingers type the truth –even though your brain is saying geez… that was mean. Your fingers… as they type (and apparently talk) say “shush brain…. I type truths….. You may not always like how they come out but the truth shall set you free…. (or at least make people laugh in an entertaining blog post).
So, perhaps I should explain why he’s a dumb dad. It couldn’t be the fact that he watches bloody war movies while our 21 month old plays with his train in the family room in front of the tv. It couldn’t be that he occasionally slips a naughty word into conversations while the mini-version of himself is within ear shot. It’s definitely not because he lets our son eat graham crackers on the couch and then NEVER cleans up the crumbs (heck – he himself does this regularly!). No, it’s none of these reasons. These things are silly oops moments where hubby’s not necessarily being dumb.. he’s just being forgetful or oblivious or perhaps just being….. A Man.
The dumbness can best be illustrated by this past week.
We (and by we – I mean poor little mini-hubby) were lucky enough to contract Coxsackie this week. If this specific word means nothing to you…. You may perhaps know this toddler illness better as Hand, Foot & Mouth disease (or if you’re a bit older you may know it simply as Hoof & Mouth disease -which, I’m sorry – is just a horrible way to refer to a virus). In case no one remembers what this looks like.. I’ll give you a few highlights.
High Fevers – Also known as 48+ hours of no sleep for Mom & Dad. As your poor little one tosses and turns and whines and cries and you can’t do anything at all to make it better but hold him, cuddle him and pray for the sun to rise.
Sore Throat – This is a tough one because you don’t immediately realize what’s wrong – and you debate with each other about which tooth is causing such horrible pain as your toddler refuses to even eat yogurt. You surmise (mistakenly) that the mere chunks of fruit in the yogurt are painful to chew… until you realize that he won’t eat anything at all, no matter how soft it is. Add to this random outbursts of crying which makes you wonder what the heck could possibly be wrong – and if it would be horribly inappropriate to just buy some ear plugs!?
No Appetite – Mini-hubby can usually be bribed with yogurt to do just about anything. But now he not only won’t eat yogurt but, no applesauce and not even ice cream. You wrack your brain to try to come up with something that’s softer than ice cream (btw.. the answer is nothing……………)
Sores in the mouth/throat – You finally get a Dr diagnosis because he has that special knack of getting your toddler to let him look into his mouth – you know the knack of “let me shove this tongue depressor into your mouth no matter how much you scream or writhe (“Hey, Mom – can you please hold his arms so I can get a better look?”). It’s a knack most parents are lacking as I have yet to even master the “let me get this toothbrush far enough into your mouth so I can brush your molars” or the “sit still and let mommy see if you have a new tooth coming in” without getting bit or into a wrestling match with a new species better known as squirmy, tight mouthed, non-cooperative toddler.
Blistery, Red Rash (normally on hands & feet) – Oddly enough, though this seems to be the driving force behind the non-scientific name of this virus. You may, or may not ever see this rash. We did, in fact see it, 3 days after the fever and on his knees. Maybe I should rename the virus as Knobby Knee, Throat virus (which honestly still sounds way better than Hoof & Mouth).
Now that you know the virus, the symptoms and the fun-filled week we’ve had, here’s the crux of my post. This is VERY contagious. I’ll say it again…. VERY contagious. Hubby knew how contagious this is because he’s a Googler. You know the type. He must Google Every. Single. Thing. that we experience with our little guy. Sometimes this is great and we are WAY informed… sometimes it’s awful because, as you may remember, hubby is an awfulizer and mini-hubby’s normal low-grade illness will sometimes be overblown into a non-existent problem beyond your wildest dreams. Ahhhhhh…. Such is the life I lead……………..
Anyhow.. it’s contagious. Oh, wait I said that. And hubby knew that. So tell me why……………..
- He wanted to finish mini-hubby’s uneaten cup of ice cream (with mini-hubby’s spoon). And when I asked him “Why???” He responded.. “well, should I just use a different spoon?”
- He ate the half gnawed on pieces of leftover graham crackers from mini-hubby’s dish?
- He binky shared with mini-hubby (which is not abnormal –during illness free times) as he played a cute game with our sick little one to make him smile
- He took the toy trumpet from our little guy and put it from mini-hubby’s mouth directly into his own, as he tooted the tune of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”
All the while…. I’m washing my hands 500xs a day. Using hand sanitizer in between hand washing. Spraying Clorox on every surface. And, washing and re-washing binkies like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m happy to say… mini-hubby is on the mend. He’s even back at school today.
Hubby… well, he’s in bed right now with a raging fever, shivering, moaning and whining about how awful he feels.
DUMB? I don’t know, I’ll let you be the judge.
(and, as I type this…. I do realize that the timing is almost perfect for me to come down with this illness just in time for the weekend………………so I just may eat my words – but it did make for a good post today!) :-)