Hand Foot and Mouth

Hand Foot and Mouth, not the disease cattle get (that's plain ol Foot and Mouth).

Hazel and Ivy have just finished a bout of Hand Foot and Mouth, which has made them miserable for about ten days. I'm glad Scott's visit came on the day it did. One night earlier, and they would have been here on our Worst Night Ever. Hazel was awake and crying 1:30-4:30 am, culminating in a half-hour bout of full-body screaming. Ivy woke at 5:15 and that was our night. I got 2.5 hours sleep, and that's when I got Hand Foot and Mouth I think. It's rare for an adult to get it, but I was vulnerable. Trudi also got no sleep. Crap.

Even their day sleeps were ruined, and they've been rock-solid for months now. But now it's all coming back together. Our nights have not been good since we had gastro at Easter. Always one or the other wakes in the night, needing help to go back to sleep. This week we've had two nights where both girls have slept through. Last night one person woke in the night, can't remember who or what. Maybe she went back to sleep on her own? I'm still pretty tired.

It's nearly time to open the girls' door. They've been sleeping for two hours. Any more, and they have trouble going to sleep at night.