scarlet fever

scarlet fever

I thought the flu was the worst that could happen. And we got through it and it wasn’t as bad as I expected and I thought we were home free. Bring on the spring weather and let’s go out and play!

But then on Monday Oliver had a fever. And then he threw up. We gave him some Tylenol and put him to bed and in the morning he was chipper as could be. Then, because I am a bad mother and was tired of not having anything fun to do and feeling guilty that my boys had been sitting around the apartment for what feels like months, I took them to an Easter egg hunt at the church. As soon as we got off the train, Oliver started dragging. But because I am a bad mother, I thought it was just leftover from the day before and that once he got inside he’d perk right up. And then, once we got to church, I noticed that his face looked a little pink and puffy. It kind of a little bit freaked me out, but we were already there, so we might as well enjoy it, right?

On the way home, Simon said he wasn’t feeling well and might throw up. Oliver nearly fell asleep on the train. By the time we got home, he was burning up again. And by dinner it looked like he had broken out in hives. I vowed to call the doctor in the morning, even if he woke up looking and feeling good again. Which he did. He was still a little pink, and he still had a bit of a rash, but he seemed fine. Still, I called the doctor and he told me to bring him in: in could be Strep.

Which it was. Classic case, apparently. I had no idea because Oliver never complained of a sore throat. And this particular strain of strep presented as scarlet fever. Hence the pink, puffy face, the fever, the rash. He also had bumps on his tonsils and throat, but I hadn’t thought to look there. With antibiotics, he should be fine. His skin might start peeling in a few days, and he might get really itchy, but it shouldn’t get any worse.

However, because Oliver had Strep, Simon had to be tested as well. The doctor took one look at him and was sure he had it. He had small sore on his chin and another just inside his nostril. His lips were dry and puffy and cracked. These are also symptoms of Strep, apparently. Again, I had no idea.

Clearly Simon’s case was not as bad as Oliver’s. And clearly we are lucky that even though I am a bad mom, I still managed to determine that fever+vomiting+rash+red puffy face=something bad. And clearly we are ready to be done with this. So, so ready.

2 thoughts on “scarlet fever

  1. Oh no! Did you freak out a little bit when the doctor said “scarlet fever”? Because I’m pretty sure I would have. I’m glad antibiotics are around these days. In other news, Paul knew exactly what bacteria it was that caused said scarlet fever when I told him: streptococcus pyogenes, in case you were wondering.

  2. Queue the mom guilt. Everything looks so much clearer after the fact, but when it’s happening, that’s totally not the case. Hopefully your guys can get better fast. I hate it when things happen as a mom that I completely misread the signs on. It happens to all of us, that’s for sure.

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