When I picked Fry up from Nounou's house on Thursday afternoon, I knew she wasn't feeling very well. She had her mother (MIL?) helping her out, which I appreciated. But she looked really rough. So it wasn't entirely a surprise when Stéphane called me at work Friday morning to tell me that Nounou had seen a doctor in the middle of the night and was too sick to take Fry. He was able to take the morning off* and we were able to pass each other at home so I could take the relay.
What I wasn't expecting at all was for Stéphane to tell me on Saturday that Mr Nounou called to tell us that Nounou is in the hospital in critical condition, and they didn't know what was wrong with her. Awesome. My first concern was whether it's something contagious, but except for a little bit of a runny nose, Fry seems perfectly fine. My next concern is obviously for Nounou; I hope she's on the mend very soon!
But right behind that concern is, what on earth are we going to do now? Mémère is going to watch Fry tomorrow and Tuesday while I'm working, and then we'll have to see where we are. My shift starts so early that we've decided that it will be easier for us to spend the night at Mémère's house. This is clearly not a long term solution. It looks like Stéphane and I are going to have to start looking for a new Assistante Maternelle this week.
At one point yesterday, I turned to Stéphane and said, "You know, I thought this whole process went way too smoothly." "I was just about to say the same thing," he responded. *sigh*
* Stéphane called the school as soon as he had the news, but it still took a couple of hours for the substitute teacher to show up, so rather than have the kids screw around with a surveillante (an adult monitor) he took Fry with him to class. The kids loved it, Fry wore himself out, and the kids at least got a little work done. Ha!