Imagine this scene.
Eight children sprawl limply on chairs, a Chesterfield and on the rug surrounded by pillows,comforters and favourite stuffed toys. Every one is moaning on and off with fever, lethargy, and itchy spots that are driving them crazy. I dole out acetaminophen, rotate who gets an oatmeal bath (that brings temporary relief), continue the never-ending task of dabbing calamine lotion on chicken pox spots and in between these nursing chores, I scramble to fetch drinks and light snacks from the kitchen.
That was what my house looked like for Epidemic Week when chicken pox attacked my children. The youngest three had light cases but the older kids were utterly miserable with pox in their ears,nose and hair. Matthew had 175 spots on his back alone. As they began to feel better, I lined kids up literally in a row so they could put calamine lotion on each other.
Desperate times call for creative thinking
Human beings are never given a warning before calamity strikes. If I had an inkling of the trouble that would be unleashed by allowing Melissa to go on her first baby sitting job over at the neighbour’s house, I would have vehemently screamed,
Jana, our neighbour and I were confident that with her baby asleep, Melissa would be fine with just a toddler to keep happy and tuck into bed. Melissa left the house excited to finally get paid for what she had done for years at our house (while I was at home, of course). Four hours later, Melissa called home frantically; both children were whimpering and crying, flushed with fevers and she had rocked both of them for hours. I gave her permission to give them a dose of tempera. Next day, Jana called; the babies had chicken pox but only a light case . We were not so fortunate.
However, there is a bright side to this story.
Emily as one of the younger children, was the first child back at school. She loved school and was always very conscientious about homework. As I saw her trudging home, up a long lane that had not been even cleared of snow yet, I noticed that she looked like a beast of burden. This tiny girl, in grade one, was carrying five school bags stuffed with textbooks and notebooks.
As she came through the door, she cried out in a happy voice,
“Hey, everybody! Look what I brought home, all of your homework so you can get caught up!”
I admired her diligence, but four other people just complained and groaned loudly,
3 thoughts on “Chicken Pox Times Eight”
You caught the tail end of the incubation period… OMG! I had chicken pox when I was around five and I still remember it. Those poor babies and mom!
ahh… it left a vivid memory for you.. it is the hardest on little ones who do not understand why they feel so terrible and can’t scratch!
That’s right and when you scratch it doesn’t go away. I do remember I got to stay at my Aunt’s house and that was nice.