So, yay because Tricky's fever nicked off after a couple of days (huzzah baby panadol) but then boo, because his little body became plagued with tiny red spots.
But then yay, because after a panicked rush into the clinic with me berating myself for being late with the immunisations, Dr Toddler said that it was not the measles but instead a spotty rash presenting itself as proof that Tricky did have a virus and that virus was now dead.
But then boo again, because the results of the urine test indicated a tiny trace of blood in the urine.
Then follows yay of less enthusiastic proportions as previous because at this point Dr Toddler thinks the only action necessary is to have another urine test to check again and while I'm thrilled that the test doesn't involve poking and prodding, what I really wanted to hear him say was that my baby was ALL BETTER NOW.
So now we wait to hear about the next test and in the meantime Tricky is all wussy and Not Himself and clinging like a koala to a gumtree and his once fabulous appetite has gone to the dogs and his fully loaded nappies are like tiny toxic waste dumps.
And then, just today, his cousin, aka Naughty Nephew the 3rd, has also come down with a nasty fever...
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