As promised, the story of how the plague almost took out my brother's family.
Well. Not really the plague. But I'm a germ-a-phobe, so any illness may as well be the plague.
Meet my new nephew, B.
Aka: Critter, Squeaker, Turkey, Squirt.
The day he was born his brother was sick with strep.
The day he came home brother was still sick and everyone else was sort of okay, if not tired.
All was well.
So. I went home.
3 days later I get a call. From Grammy.
"Can you come help me?!"
She was totally trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.
Turned out: B's Mom(who was trying to recover from a C-section at the time), Dad, and Sister magically all got sick with some sort of combination of the flu/strep/ebola virus.
Okay. No ebola virus. But still.
So. In order to keep the one week old baby from contracting evil illnesses and stay alive, Auntie K marched back up there (3 hours away) with a giant bottle of Purell,
a tub of Lysol wipes, and surgical masks.
Not kidding. Quasi-germ-a-phobe here. Remember?
Somehow Grammy has this invincible immune system and never gets sick, so even though she was, and still is, the in house nurse maid, she didn't contract whatever had taken out the other 4. So, I stayed up there for a few days and she and I and B played keep away from the nefarious diseases floating around.
We succeeded!
While B's family members were recovering from 103-105˚ fevers, fabulous displays of their upchuck reflexes, and general lethargy and uselessness, we managed to keep
the baby and ourselves healthy.
I think it's because I Lysoled all switches, doorknobs, handles and remotes upon the moment of my arrival, as well as used generous amounts of sanitizer anytime any
of the diseased even looked in my direction.
His poor mother. She didn't get to hold him for a week.
But. He survived the plague.
Welcome to the world, baby boy.
Well. Not really the plague. But I'm a germ-a-phobe, so any illness may as well be the plague.
Meet my new nephew, B.
Aka: Critter, Squeaker, Turkey, Squirt.
The day he was born his brother was sick with strep.
The day he came home brother was still sick and everyone else was sort of okay, if not tired.
All was well.
So. I went home.
3 days later I get a call. From Grammy.
"Can you come help me?!"
She was totally trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.
Turned out: B's Mom(who was trying to recover from a C-section at the time), Dad, and Sister magically all got sick with some sort of combination of the flu/strep/ebola virus.
Okay. No ebola virus. But still.
So. In order to keep the one week old baby from contracting evil illnesses and stay alive, Auntie K marched back up there (3 hours away) with a giant bottle of Purell,
a tub of Lysol wipes, and surgical masks.
Not kidding. Quasi-germ-a-phobe here. Remember?
Somehow Grammy has this invincible immune system and never gets sick, so even though she was, and still is, the in house nurse maid, she didn't contract whatever had taken out the other 4. So, I stayed up there for a few days and she and I and B played keep away from the nefarious diseases floating around.
We succeeded!
While B's family members were recovering from 103-105˚ fevers, fabulous displays of their upchuck reflexes, and general lethargy and uselessness, we managed to keep
the baby and ourselves healthy.
I think it's because I Lysoled all switches, doorknobs, handles and remotes upon the moment of my arrival, as well as used generous amounts of sanitizer anytime any
of the diseased even looked in my direction.
His poor mother. She didn't get to hold him for a week.
But. He survived the plague.
Welcome to the world, baby boy.
