Fifth’s Disease has struck

Last night I noticed three of the four wild boys have a rash.  And one ginger boy has been very tired and very grumpy this week.

A part of me thought (ok hopedlikeheck) it was just the heat.

It wasn’t.

This morning I made arrangements for the big wild boys to be evaluated by the great team at the school based health clinic.  Rashes aren’t good and I was a bit fearful that they had strep or a sun allergy.

As it turns out, it’s Fifth’s Disease.

And Marshall has it too.  A hasty trip to see his pediatrician confirmed it.

The good news is he seems to be ok so far.

The bad news is it can cause problems for babies with “special” systems.

So we just have to wait and see.

And hope more.

And in other news, we have been referred to a new hometown cardiologist (there is a long story behind this change that I am saving for Marshall’s book.  The story is so good, I need some time to cool off 😉  ).

Whew for now…time to get everyone well again since there are only 17 days ’til we see Dr. Friedman!!

 

 

 

 

Waiting for the call back

Recent developments with our hometown cardiologists have brought to our attention the necessity of having Marshall evaluated by the Boston team.  I will spare the details for now and include them in Marshall’s book.

In the simplest of terms, it makes more sense to have the people who are supposed to do the second surgery evaluate his condition.

Soooo, we are waiting for the call back to know when.

Say a little prayer or send a thought please…

There’s so much going on these days and preparing for Round 2 is everything but easy.

In the battle between Isaac & His (THANKGODITWASPLASTIC) Bat Versus Seth…

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Seth lost.  Hard.

And Isaac wasn’t even swinging the bat.  He was dropping it after swinging.

One (shortened) birthday party for Marshall, one E.R. trip, two staples, a popsicle, plus a frantic call from the folks at home because Marshall wouldn’t calm down = One very stressful first-mom-of-four Mother’s Day

Thankfully everyone is ok…things could always be worse…