A pox on the pox!

Little Miss has the chickenpox. She was the very last child in her playschool to get them, and for a while there we didn’t think she would get them at all.
On Thursday however, a tiny red dot appeared on her chest and by Friday evening she was a walking “connect the dots” puzzle.

She continued to be in great form though, full of giggles, hugsies and her usual array of “Knock, Knock”-Jokes. When Saturday night hit, things changed.
The spots were absolutely everywhere, her poor skull resembled a Braille dictionary and the rest of her body was not far behind.
The poor Honey was crying in her sleep and was writhing in her bed with discomfort.

Little Miss is nothing if not an adoring Daddy’s Girl and she really wanted him to make her feel better. Daddy rushed home and she was just SO happy to see him. Daddy has the magic touch and she felt lots better already by just having him there.
She had a few fever spikes during the night but Darren stripped her and have her some Paralink to bring that down.
When I woke up this morning and peeked in to her room, they were both sound asleep. Little Miss in her bed and Darren on the floor next to her. When she woke up, she was all delighted that “Daddy had a sleepover in her room!”

I will be staying home with her Tomorrow and Tuesday, and Darren will stay home Wednesday, if needs be.

Even though it’s very hard to see her this way, I am really happy she had them now, rather than in a few years. By all accounts it gets even harder when they’re older.

Here’s to our Honey’s speedy recovery!