When I picked the kids up from school today, Cora was yawning and rubbing her eyes (which is unlike her). I asked her if anything was wrong and she said she was "just tired", and I believed her, since vacation had caught up with me too (we didn't sleep well, or much, on this trip). We went to dance and got her changed, and she was really clingy until class started, but semi-happily went in. With 20 minutes left to go, the teacher opened the curtain so that the parents could check out the girls' tap number (and more likely, to let the girls get a taste of performing for an audience and get some of the waving and blowing of kisses out of their system before the recital). I could tell Cora was off, and as soon as Ms. Bridgett spotted me, she pointed at Cora and made a sad face. The first run-through went well and Cora was on it (though not as animated as she usually is, especially with fancy dance moves to show off), but rather than wave and smile at me, she gave me a few pouts...


As you can see from her facial expression above (and in the video linked
HERE), the second (and last) run-through of their tap number did not make her happy. I couldn't believe she was THAT tired and started worrying something else was up... As soon as she ran out of class into my arms, I just knew it was more than vacation blues - she felt warm and just looked so sad. As I carried her to the car, she told me her throat hurt. I used my iPhone flashlight to take a look and decided to rush straight to our doctor's office before he closed for the day - we've seen it enough times now that I felt 99% confident it was strep...


Turns out I was correct (and Cora was in
no way happy about getting the shot to help speed her healing along - it took myself and two nurses to hold her down, and James' peanut gallery comments did NOT help the situation!) A strep throat diagnosis is always followed by ice cream, but especially when shots are involved... Within two hours, she went from sleepy, but "fine" (cool headed and no complaints of sickness or hurts), to feverish (her temperature was over 102 by the time we got home, though it had only been 99.6 at the doctor's office an hour earlier) and sick. Poor Baby Doll. When she gets strep, it hits her hard and fast :-(
(
A similar situation happened at soccer this past fall, though this episode came on even faster!)