Sick Husband is Sick
Poor Phil is sick. He started feeling sickly on Saturday, yesterday was particularly bad, and today he's staying home from work--we'll see how long this lasts. It started out as just a cough, but now he's coughing and hacking and running a fever. The latter is particularly bad. If babies less than 3 months old get sick enough to run a fever, they're generally hospitalized. So we really, really, really don't want Cassius to get sick--or me, since I'm in such constant contact with the baby that he'd surely catch it from me.
Phil has quarantined himself. He is now essentially living in the attic--sleeping, eating, and staying up there day and night. With, you know, the television, his laptop, and the gaming system. Poor guy. Although it is also the *hottest* room in the house, so it's not all fun and games.
But we really, truly, fingers-crossed hope the baby doesn't get sick. Phil did take care of the baby on Saturday, including giving him a bottle, but hopefully the baby didn't catch it then.
Phil has quarantined himself. He is now essentially living in the attic--sleeping, eating, and staying up there day and night. With, you know, the television, his laptop, and the gaming system. Poor guy. Although it is also the *hottest* room in the house, so it's not all fun and games.
But we really, truly, fingers-crossed hope the baby doesn't get sick. Phil did take care of the baby on Saturday, including giving him a bottle, but hopefully the baby didn't catch it then.