Poxy pox
Oh dear. **FIXME's mum and I went off on Friday for a nice, romantic long weekend. It was always a bit optimistic since we were bringing **FIXME with us.
So he rose to the occasion and picked the Friday to come out in chicken pox. It was good in a way: it explained why he'd had that slightly funny not-quite-an-eye-infection thing going on all week along with being a bit snuffly. I was stuck in a hotel far from laptops and our childcare mini-library, but you're never far from the web if you have a newish phone and signal, and the second paragraph of the Wikipedia article helpfully says "It starts with conjunctival and catarrhal symptoms" ...
It wasn't quite the weekend we were after. And it's not going to be a great next couple of weeks either. Work is still pretty busy and tough at the moment and likely to stay that way, and of course nursery won't take him at all. If he's in a good mood and naps well you can get some work done while looking after him ... but of course when he's unwell, he's clingy and his naps are shot to hell. (Not that they're clockwork and fantastic anyway.)
It's also knocked out the plan to take him to his first Pride on Saturday, I reckon. Which of course might have been the first chance for some of you lot to see him, too.
Still. We have the doings for warm baths with bicarb in, and the wonders that are calamine aqueous cream and infant paracetamol. And better to have it now while he's small and only gets a mild dose, surely. (So long as it's not so mild he fails to develop lifelong immunity.) I'll pick a fortnight in about ten years from now when he's entirely well and declare it to be the time he would have had it if he hadn't had it now and rejoice.
Both of us have, thankfully, already had chicken pox. Although today I've been feeling really lousy. I am choosing to believe that the mild, flu-like symptoms I'm feeling are merely the result of desperate sleep lack and perhaps a touch of rhinovirus, and entirely unrelated to varicella. Oh yes. Definitely.
So he rose to the occasion and picked the Friday to come out in chicken pox. It was good in a way: it explained why he'd had that slightly funny not-quite-an-eye-infection thing going on all week along with being a bit snuffly. I was stuck in a hotel far from laptops and our childcare mini-library, but you're never far from the web if you have a newish phone and signal, and the second paragraph of the Wikipedia article helpfully says "It starts with conjunctival and catarrhal symptoms" ...
It wasn't quite the weekend we were after. And it's not going to be a great next couple of weeks either. Work is still pretty busy and tough at the moment and likely to stay that way, and of course nursery won't take him at all. If he's in a good mood and naps well you can get some work done while looking after him ... but of course when he's unwell, he's clingy and his naps are shot to hell. (Not that they're clockwork and fantastic anyway.)
It's also knocked out the plan to take him to his first Pride on Saturday, I reckon. Which of course might have been the first chance for some of you lot to see him, too.
Still. We have the doings for warm baths with bicarb in, and the wonders that are calamine aqueous cream and infant paracetamol. And better to have it now while he's small and only gets a mild dose, surely. (So long as it's not so mild he fails to develop lifelong immunity.) I'll pick a fortnight in about ten years from now when he's entirely well and declare it to be the time he would have had it if he hadn't had it now and rejoice.
Both of us have, thankfully, already had chicken pox. Although today I've been feeling really lousy. I am choosing to believe that the mild, flu-like symptoms I'm feeling are merely the result of desperate sleep lack and perhaps a touch of rhinovirus, and entirely unrelated to varicella. Oh yes. Definitely.