On Thursday i started getting sick and I could feel that I was getting strep throat. Day care called and said Vince had a rash all over his hands and could I please pick him up asap. Sure.
I got there and neither I nor his pediatric (hehe the one outside KiGa, that WE chose) could find any rash. Vince full of energy and thrilled to go home with me was getting bored with me within half an hour of being home. I tried to bribe him with movies while I was dozing off on the couch. He was playing in the kitchen and all of a sudden he said NO NO NO, which he usually says when he is hurting and is trying to be all tough guy about it. Turns out super mom on the couch did not see that he had turned the oven on and he burnt the top of his left hand. A long, ca 7 cm line of an immediate water filled bubble looking thing…
He was fine with that and did not mention the pain too much. We iced it as good as he let me, and he was being careful with his hand.
Saturday night he came down with a fever, and checking with Dr L on call we decided to head to check it out first thing Sunday morning.
Off we went this morning, Vince and I. To the hospital to check his hand.
His hand turned out not to be infected as we had feared, but was healing just fine. He showed no signs of pain when examined at the burn station by the burn injury doctor (scary place by the way).
However, a few stations later and an x-ray to confirm, turns out Vince has pneumonia. Yeah super mom here had NO clue. Came in for a wounded hand and left with a pneumonia… No gold star for me today.
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