Yup. That’s right. A week before his vaccination, scheduled late on purpose (because mama, with her compromised immune system, couldn’t hack it during chemo) but carefully within the appropriate window, my littlest one has come down with …
The Chicken Pox.
Do kids even still get chicken pox?
I didn’t think so, what with the widespread vaccinations (they’re even required for school in our county), the medical advances, and just the 2008 of it all, but apparently kids still do.
Apparently, I say.
Last night, at bathtime, Little Bear had an innocuous pimple-looking bump on his tummy. By bedtime, thirty minutes later, more had popped up, spreading to his back. As the hours of the night wore on, him in my arms, they spread to cover his face, scalp, and shoulders. Tonight I’m sure he will be a massive red welt of baby, itchy and crying, desparate to be soothed in that most old-fashioned of remedies, a cornstarch bath.
And we will bathe him. Over and over, as long as it helps him, and then cover him with calamine lotion and kisses, for we have all had the chicken pox (or been vaccinated, in Widget’s case), and it’s all about making baby comfortable right now.
As much as I hate that my baby is sick, I am ever so grateful that I am here to care for him and to comfort him. And I will do that again as he wakes.