My dad is here to see our baby, and coughing up a storm, and I feel like a complete failure. The one thing everyone agrees on is to tell sick people to stay home. But my dad lives half the country away, I only see him once a year, and he planned a whole giant road trip around coming to see his first grandchild. He wasn't sick until the day he got here, and I just can't believe my luck on that. I've been hiding in the bedroom with the baby all day, crying. My husband keeps trying to reassure me because my dad has had the TDaP, and has been wearing a surgical mask his whole visit. But I just feel like I've already failed to protect him, and if he gets whooping cough, it's my fault.
My husband did convince me to come out, so we're spending the last part of the day in the living room watching some movies and playing with the baby so my dad can talk to him and wave at him.
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