Horrible throat virus and a motorbike!

I could tell there was something fishy about George already on Monday afternoon. Matey Alfred plus mum came back to ours after dagis, and after ten minutes of intensive happy play, George decided he wanted Alfred to go home... He was whiney and miserable and sat on the sofa sulking...

Apologised for his behaviour to Josefin, Alfred's mum, and said it's probably Monday-tiredness-behaviour, or he's coming down with something, because he's normally not like that... A moment of 'back to normal' when we had coffee and delicious banana cake, but then back to sulking...

Ten minutes after Alfred and Josefin had gone, I found George fast asleep on the sofa... Nothing would wake him up. Not dinner, not his milk... So I put him straight to bed. By then he was fairly warm too, but I kept my fingers crossed.

It didn't help, he woke up Tuesday morning with a fever... Which explained his mood at least... Complained about pain in the mouth, but seemed quite ok otherwise. And then daddy Matt came home with a big surprise! A smokin' hot balancing motorbike bicycle! Waow! It hit the jackpot! George was so happy and so proud for being able to go on it! What a lovely present!

On Wednesday morning George started crying as soon as he tried to eat. I managed to look inside his mouth and saw the most nasty broken blisters at the back of his throat! Poor little thing! Got an appointment with the doctor's straight away, and he was so good when they took a blood test and swiped his throat with this long horrible cotton stick. And then the stupid doctor still couldn't tell me what was wrong, but she also pressed on his tummy and he reacted, so she sent us to Astrid Lindgren, the children's hospital, for them to check his appendix (blindtarm)!! Silly woman! The doctor at A.L looked in G's mouth and confirmed a nasty virus, but nothing else... Felt a little stupid that too...

So we just had to go back home, and continue to give him painkillers to ease the pain a little. What's good is that he didn't have a fever, only the pain in the mouth (which is bad enough, but add fever on to it and it would be worse...). Luckily his new racing motorbike distracts him! And small pancakes (plättar) with a little sugar went down well, so hopefully going in the right direction!

On Thursday, lovely mormor came and looked after him for the day. Still the red blisters in his throat, but they seemed to have calmed down slightly. Decided he could go back to dagis on the Friday, but then dagis rang and said they'd sent home four kids that day due to something going around, so if we could keep G home for one more day, it would probably prevent him catching something else... So again, super-mormor came to the rescue! Matt stayed home in the morning, and I tried to get back fairly early from work, but she still managed to play with him loads, AND help us with some washing and dusting! Super duper mormor! Thank you so much!

Now it's Saturday morning and George seems more or less back to normal. Haven't allowed me to look inside his mouth yet, but will do soon.

Oh, and just saw a 'Congratulations!' post on Amy's profile on Facebook! Does that mean Dylan's baby brother or sister has arrived...?