Lowe’s Battle with Roseola

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It has been a while!

Ever since Lowe learned how to walk, my short ME times became even shorter! Now, I have to be literally attached to his hips as I don’t know what else he would be picking up from the floor while walking around the house and immediately placing it in his mouth.

He loves tissues. If I leave those somewhere he could reach, trust me. He will be munching on those or trying to pretend wiping the floor with it.

He also picked up a millipede sometime last week, thank goodness he didn’t try to eat it. I almost had a heart attack!

What he did picked up was Roseola.

We gathered that he was infected by it when we let him play at Kidzoona, as he started showing symptoms after going there, as there might be someone who was already sick with it and shed it there.

Roseola is a common illness in children ages 2 and below. As per kidshealth.org:

Roseola is a viral illness that most commonly affects young kids between 6 months and 2 years old. It’s also known as sixth disease, exanthem subitum, and roseola infantum. It is usually marked by several days of high fever, followed by a distinctive rash just as the fever breaks.

As a first time mom, it was heartbreaking. Lowe couldn’t sleep properly for 3 days due to his fever as it was making him uncomfortable. His fever was ranging from 38.5-39.8 C (101-103.6F) and it was making my heart palpitate whenever I touch him as he was like a little radiator. Thankfully, Lowe’s demeanor and appetite didn’t change during this ordeal and as per the Pedia, a child with roseola appears normal in demeanor and appetite and the only sign is high fever in the beginning and rashes to follow afterwards. His pedia gave paracetamol for his fever and asked for urinalysis to rule out UTI (he was negative for UTI), so he deduced to wait further and if on the 5th day the fever doesn’t subside, he will order CBC and PC (Complete Blood Count and Platelet Count).

On the 4th day, his fever was gone but Lowe looked like this:


My polka-boy in his birthday suit!

He developed rashes. As what was the Pedia concluded, it was indeed Roseola. Lowe didn’t seem to mind the rashes but the pedia gave him cetirizine to counteract the possible itch it could develop.

We were advised not to go out and possibly infect other children for another 3 days since the rashes appeared. Thankfully, Lowe recovered even before the 3 days was over.

Now, I fully understand why my mother kept on telling me before, when I was sick, that if there’s a way to transfer the sickness from the child to the mother just to alleviate the pain, she would gladly take it from me.

I would do the same.


Middle of the night routine

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Here I am again, looking at the clock, half past midnight and everything is calm and quiet, just the way I like it. All I hear is my table clock ticking and the clicking of my keyboard as I write this.

In all seriousness, this blog has kept my sanity for the past few days I’ve been writing. I used to love writing, before I left to work abroad, I had a blog waaaaay before blog was a a mainstream term, it was hosted in Blogger, hence, the term blog. I could still access the entries and it still makes me laugh at all the lighthearted problems I had and at that time felt like it was the end of the world.

Never have I imagined that I will be here today, in my current situation, writing this entry.

I remember the first time my mom made me write an essay. I think it was the gateway to my love of reading and writing,  I am far from perfect in writing, much less writing in english. My mom used to make me write one whole page of essay. I have to fill the entire intermediate-sized paper of anything, literally anything! She told me to just write anything I find pleasure in and she will check it afterwards.

So, I wrote about the butterflies and the weeds in the small garden that we had. I also wrote about my cats and I distinctly remember her with her red-colored pen checking my paper as if it was a graded one. This was happening during Sundays. It was fun while it lasted, but during that time I felt it was a drag. I now think it was fun.

Those small things are the most memorable ones. I truly regret now why I begged my mom to stop that tradition after some time as I felt it was a nuisance, I should’ve kept going.. making more memories with her. If only I knew how little time left she had to be with me.

In between the serenity of the night comes wave after waves of memories of my parents.

I really miss them.

Time-check, almost 1 in the morning. I guess I have to turn in as little bub wakes up real early.