It turns out that Mac had strep, and Kaz probably does too, and it's severely affecting their behaviour, so really they aren't feral, I am.
Fever? Mac had one, but I thought it was because of the 100 degree heat, and Kaz doesn't at all.
Sore throat? Mac had one, but I assumed it was viral, and therefore downplayed it and gave him a freezie and told him to go out and play.
Peeling hands and feet? Kaz had it, but I assumed it was really the awful foot fungus he picked up at camp.
I took them to the pediatrician and she missed it, but she's a Doctor, and automatically incompetent like all Doctors simply by virtue of having a medical degree. At least in my experience, that's how it works.
I begged her to swab both the kids and she only agreed to swab Mac because he had a sore throat and she still thought I was being silly and paranoid. He turned up positive today after the lab called and is now on antibiotics. She called us in and we swabbed Kaz today. Mr. Cotta has to go in and so do I now.
I feel sooooooo guilty. Parenting after infertility is so lousy. I question everything I do, everything I think, everything I feel. Is it too much, too little? Uncertainty dogs my every step.
Most of all, I'm feeling guilty because their behaviour is bad right now because of their illness, not because they are unredeemable boys. When they were babies, I could figure it out faster, I was watching more carefully because they couldn't talk. Now they are 7 and almost 11....I wait for them to tell me, and maybe I shouldn't.
Maybe I'm doing this all wrong.