The morning of New Year's Eve, C woke up with a very high fever. She had been cuddly and warm the day before but M&D still weren't prepared for the 103.6 degree temperature registered at the doctor's office. Influenza B strain was the diagnosis--yes that same strain that peaked in 33 states that same week! The next 8 days were spent at home with a very sick little girl. M's thought is that when toast is the first food in your body in almost 24 hours you can eat it any way you want--even a fork is permissible.
C had it the worst, with D being a close second. M&I came down with fever and cough Wednesday evening, but not nearly as high a fever as C had all week. In addition to the 103.6 Monday, 102+ was registered twice at home. A few sleepless nights with a burning girl and tears from M has she debated about whether another trip to the doctor/ER was required, but by the next Sunday we all had broken fevers and the house was on the mend. D's thought is that our early morning plane ride back from NJ is where we were exposed. The only place C had been between the airport and doctor's office was church and she was already cuddly (which in active preschooler lingo means the sickness has already arrived!)--and the fact that no one else in the Boerner family got sick which means we weren't contagious out East.
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