… but sick. She had told us by email that she’d fallen sick with a cold and cough on Sunday after her races in Canada. (She won!)
I hadn’t paid much attention to the news that she was sick. Lucy is prey to colds which while barely noticeable during the daylight hours, the minute she lies down keep her coughing all night. This has been true since she was a baby, and was true for Jon as well. (I thought all small children coughed until they vomited every time they had a cold. I sat up holding both of them upright in bed for many years.) So hearing that she had a cold and didn’t sleep well before her finals didn’t ring any alarm bells for me.
However when I picked her up at college last night she seemed subdued. She also coughed non-stop. (As I breathed the trapped air in the car I thought to myself, I’m doomed.) She was wearing her down ski team jacket in the car — it wasn’t cold — and kept cranking up the heat. My plan had been to pick up a frozen pizza on the ride home for an easy supper. Lucy said she wasn’t hungry (what?? Lucy is always hungry) and she’d rather just get home. Once we arrived, still wearing her ski jacket, she huddled by the fire.
I searched until I found a thermometer. She had a temperature of 102.6°. Oh dear.
Lucy coughed most of last night. When I got up at 3 to bring her meds and a water bottle, her skin was dry and hot.
I am canceling our plans to go to Connecticut to see the baby tomorrow. I’m very disappointed, but will try to reschedule the trip for next week. This virus apparently felled half the ski team while they were in Canada. The last thing Amanda, Jon, and Ami need is a bad bug.
In the meantime, I will take care of my own baby girl.