But the kids would be all right, I decided, and I'd just wear my mask. Still, I felt a little uneasy.
However, such was the rush of packing, baking for the tournament and getting the twins to their final soccer game by 8am prior to leaving, the mask was forgotten and we arrived at a stadium that had far less people than last year.
Still kicking myself at forgetting the mask, I'd researched enough to know measles could be spread airborne so, as well as popping off to wash my hands on a semi-regular basis, I sat for the most part with my jumper pulled up to my eyes. This would look a little silly while walking to the bathroom behind a string of people but basically I'd be walking into their carbon dioxide and possible measles germs, hence the breath holding.
And then a fellow Whangārei mum walked towards me, smiled and said 'hi'.
"Hi,'' I spluttered, and then had to take a breath.
That was it, I was sure I had caught the measles. The Herald on Sunday didn't help either - the entire front page was just red dots! Yep, measles were everywhere.
By the time the basketballer returned home two days after us he was not feeling too flash and had some mild symptoms of what I had learned to look out for in the early stages of measles.
In my mind, it was possible he had a minor dose. I had missed my boy and wanted to keep hugging him but had to hold my breath. This was getting a bit ridiculous and I wondered if an immunised person could even be a carrier …
So, after further Google research, I learnt I was safe and a long exhale ensued.