Poor Froggy has Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease.
She's one unhappy little tadpole and we've had 3 sleepless nights.
Friday night, she wouldn't eat FD's killer eggs, so we knew something was up. Saturday and Sunday were a scary blur of forcing liquids down her throat with a syringe. The virus causes blisters on the back of the throat, so it hurts to swallow.
During the night, she drank a bottle of pedialyte and today, she's taking liquids on her own. And this morning she ate some oatmeal. Our poor girl is on the road to recovery, but still feeling bad.
Yesterday, on a walk, she did a face plant into the pavement and suffered a bloody nose. When I picked her up, she didn't want to be comforted and kept running down the sidewalk, crying, but still running. That's my girl!
FD and I are exhausted. And I missed the event on Sunday, where I was going to read my essay to an audience for the "My Mommy Moment." The woman running the event read the essay and called me on her cell phone, so I could hear the applause. So sweet.
Send good thoughts for a full recovery!