Saturday, March 17, 2007
It's been an odd week in the Falvy household as I battle to shake off a head cold. Being sick is never pleasant, but now we have the added challenge of ensuring that the affliction doesn't make the epidemiological jump to Miles. Given the delicate state of his preemie breathing apparatus, a bout with respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) could be a very serious setback. Miles has received several anti-RSV innoculations, but the risk is still considerable during the winter cold-and-flu season. That's why we've avoided taking Miles to public places, and have exercised great vigilance over the health condition of his visitors.
Daddy's cold, therefore, poses a clear and present danger to Miles' security. The solution? Quarantine.
The paternal entity has been encouraged to spend as much time at work as possible. When home, he has been banished to the basement for most of the past week, and compelled to don a surgical mask when venturing above ground. Though kept well-supplied with meals, snacks and DVDs, he's been a bit lonely.
But by far the heaviest burden has fallen on Mommy, whose already preponderant share of the day-to-day parenting has been extended around the clock. She has been holding up quite well under the circumstances, but is understandably eager for her partner's return to the fray.
Fortunately, the worst of the cold has passed, and so far Miles and Lisa appear to have avoided infection. Let's hope it stays that way, so Daddy and Miles can get reacquainted!
Posted by dgf at 11:55 PM