Probably the most alarming, I was told by a parent that they had to suck the snot out of their little darling's blocked nose (I love my son but not that much!).
So when the temperatures dropped, I had geared myself up for all the sick days, the calls to pick my boy up from daycare, the sleepless nights and general unhappiness.
Well, imagine my surprise when we made it to September 1 relatively unscathed. I breathed a sigh of relief; the worst winter was over.
There had been a couple of minor colds that lasted a few days and one chest infection that I seemed to suffer from more than my son did.
Perhaps it was all the social distancing and hand sanitiser but even my son's carer was surprised by how little he had been sick.
So here I am, in December, thinking smugly that I'm totally out of the woods and what do you know - we get sick.
It turns out the dreaded "first winter" actually has no limit - hence why I have a box of tissues and lemon tea by my side right now, and I've been pounding Strepsils like they are lollies for the past few days.
My son appears to have inherited hubby's stellar immune system, getting over his daycare illnesses quickly and without fuss.
Though, not before he inevitably passes whatever germs he has, on to me.
Then I am left with a foggy brain, aching throat and a cough that seems to last half a year.
I feel cheated! Nobody warned me that I would be the one suffering from all the bugs spread in those petri dishes they call childcare centres!
And to make matters worse, my son's carer (who is amazing and we adore) has recently informed me there are nasty cases of hand, foot and mouth disease, croup and D and Vs (if you don't know, you don't want to know, trust me) going around at the moment.
Perhaps I need to start stocking up on tissues and lozenges now. Though I'm sure my son will be fine.
