It started last Thursday. Creed woke up congested. A cold was starting in my head, and I cringed at dealing with it.
I had no idea what was coming. By Friday it moved to my chest. Friday night, half of the kids had symptoms. Liberty and Eden were miserable, Creed was super miserable, and Ruby was starting to feel sick. Monday Blaine took Eden for a covid test. It came back negative. By then we were also coughing. Only Blaine, Sterling, Pierce, and Stellan were symptom free at this point. Charlotte and Elliot had typical cold symptoms but acted fine. This germ seems to prefer the feminine gender, and the baby. Headaches started as everything else started to subside.
In the middle of all this, we got snow. And more snow. We sat at about nine inches of snow at the end. The yard is a slushy snowy mess. I got the van stuck in the yard when I finally ventured out a week in. The kids sledded and made snowmen and lived out of doors as much as the single digit temps allowed. It finally started to warm up (when I got my van stuck) and for the most part, I napped. Laid around wishing for death. Took vitamins and drank tea. I haven’t been so miserable in a very long time.
Wednesday night, as everyone is slowly recovering and the ones that never got sick were still not sick, Elliot, who was minimally congested the entire time but otherwise well, complained of a headache and threw up in the night. That was a new symptom. She was fine the next morning and has had no other complaints.
We’re still not symptom free. Better. But not good. The pediatrician that tested Eden said it was a form of influenza, and to give it ten days. That’s up on Sunday. I’m hopeful. It’s starting to feel like this will never end.