Wednesday, July 09, 2014
I remember bending over Sunday to do something. As I got up, I bumped the side of my face on a shelf. I didn't thing much of it. By Monday afternoon, the spot I bumped was a little tender. By Monday evening, that side of my face was red like a sunburn.
I went to the doctor yesterday morning, still not thinking much of it. He noticed it and said it was possible that I had a staph infection and gave me antibiotics. He knows that Helena is with me as Sherry is a patient of his. Never did he mention during the appointment to not touch Helena for awhile. I know from past experiences that after a person is on antibiotics for a solid 24 hours, the chances of passing along an infection greatly diminish.
So, I went home and helped Sherry for awhile. Then, someone said not to touch her and to disinfect the house. I had done this on Sunday, but still spent the afternoon with the bleach water and with the washer and dryer going. My poor Helena and Sherry were fussy all day long and Sherry was naturally hesitant about germs - as most new mothers are.
I never hurt. The red mark is greatly improved this morning. If Helena somehow contacts whatever I have, I will feel absolutely terrible. As it is, I feel so bad that I inadvertently may have exposed her to something. I keep hanging onto the hope that she does have enough resistance passed on from Sherry. I know that babies are born with a bit and that breat-fed babies have an extra protection.