Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013
For the most part, preschool has been a wonderful experience for our little guy. His language has exploded and he has the best time there. We see snippets of his day through pictures and we really couldn’t be happier with the school we chose. It’s a magical little place and we love it.
What’s not so magical about preschool is the GERMS. We were warned by several people that our entire family would succumb to random illnesses after he started school. But, I guess we just weren’t prepared for the quantity and…quality of illnesses. In six weeks, Henry has come down with Roseola (which required a trip to the ER, because of some twitching his doctor was scared might be a febrile seizure) Hand, Foot and Mouth and now Croup, which also required at trip to the ER for a breathing treatment. So, the toddler illness trifecta, yes? I know he has to build his immune system up somehow, and if he doesn’t do it now, it will be when he starts Kindergarten in a few years, when he’ll miss out on actual school days. Each morning that I kiss his sweet (and germy) face goodbye at school drop-off, I begin my daily guessing game of “Which Childhood Illness Will He Bring Home Next?”
On our most recent trip to the local emergency room, the doctor asked if Henry was typically a healthy guy. To which we replied, “Well…he was. Until he started preschool.” She kicked my mommy guilt into high gear when she mentioned that cold and flu season probably isn’t the best time to start a child into preschool. She then twisted the knife by mentioning that now might be a good time to go cold turkey on his beloved pacifier. Slather on the guilt, Lady Doctor.
I know this won’t be the last time he’s sick, but one can hope that there’s some sort of “Buy Two, Get One Free” deal on emergency room visits.