Seriously?

So, this is the timeline:

last Tuesday: Ephiny gets mild cold. Stays home from hospital following day.
last Thursday: Ephiny goes to hospital for discharge. We all arrive home!
last Friday morning: Aunt wakes up with 102 temperature, hacking cough and copious snot. Aunt quickly makes retreat to airport.
Weekend: Ephiny has a cold. Jolly has Ephiny's cold. Guinevere and RJ have a quarantine zone in the bedroom.
This week: Ephiny's cold starting slowly to improve. Jolly starts coughing violently. Guinevere and RJ still feeling good.
Thursday morning: Ephiny is feeling better. Able to move back into our bedroom, though still wearing a mask when holding RJ! Jolly still quarantined due to coughing.
Thursday early evening: Guinevere awakened from nap by sound of Ephiny vomiting violently. Whaaaat? Perhaps some kind of food poisoning suspected after long conversation with consulting nurse on call. Dinner discarded before Guinevere eats any of it: Guinevere has smoked salmon instead, scratching a 9-months-long craving itch.
Friday wee hours of morning: Grossmama arrives... hopefully without any particular new exciting germs from the airplane ride. Will be wearing a mask for a few days around Guinevere and RJ just to be safe.

Keep your fingers crossed that this is the end of the illness rollercoaster for the time being... this is getting ridiculous. Happily, RJ still seems in top notch, so we made it through the first week at home without sending him back to the hospital. Taking this one week at a time.