Mr Man had really, really, smelly breath the other day -- so bad that I literally couldn't tell if it was his breath or a dirty diaper. No exaggeration... it was nauseating.
My mom graciously reminded me that bad breath = strep throat {typically}, and so we checked the back of his throat only to find big white pockets coating his tonsils.
Never in my life have I heard a doctor say "ewwwww", but I heard it yesterday as he looked down his throat and confirmed my suspicion, that it was strep.
Poor bubba... we're now on day two of antibiotics and I'm slowly seeing his sweet&sour personality come back.
Lucky for him, strep throat = lots of popsicles. :)
Add this to Cohen crying consistently {teething, I think} and I can only hope your week is going better than mine!
I so wish we lived close. I have one with strep too. We could give them popsicles and sit at the table enjoying a Starbucks. Mmmmmm! Hope he feels better soon!
ReplyDeleteIf I can come, I'll even sit with the cute little ones and eat popsicles!
ReplyDeleteI just want to hug him.
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