All's good!
Elliot is certainly on the road to recovery. In fact, his ulcers seem to have disappeared. I have no idea how - when I'm nursing a single ulcer, it takes up to almost a week! In any case, God is good and after that extremely difficult night, it got better and the boy grew less grouchy and drooly. We have to be mindful that he might still be infectious though, so cleaning up after him is still a must, and the 20-second hand washing technique. Not forgetting that his pee and poo will be infectious for a couple of weeks more, so whoever changes his diapers will have to keep that in mind.
Clarence got back yesterday and boy am I glad to have an extra pair of hands around. Also, for the company as we've been isolating ourselves from our friends, so having an extra person around (read: adult) to talk to helps with my sanity. Last night was my grandma's 88th birthday and the three of us sneaked out of the house for dinner, leaving poor Elliot behind with Ellen. We knew he'd scream if he saw us leaving, so we sneaked out when he was playing in the room. This morning, Ellen told me that when he came out to the hall and realised that we were not around, he took his crocs, put them on, sat on the sofa and said, "No more mummy, no more daddy, no more che-che." I almost teared when I heard that! I felt so sorry for the poor boy. So today we decided that he wouldn't be left behind.
We ended up having an early dinner picnic at Labrador Park, after a nice stroll. We figured that he wouldn't harm anyone out in such an open space. Elliot was so, so, so happy and was running around like a little monk out of a monastry!
It was one of those really nice, intimate family moments. Weekends are the best!
Happy times