Day Three in the Chicken Pox House (Said in the Big Brother voice)

Currently I am sat in my son’s bedroom with him laid on me, fast asleep. “Awww” you say “how lovely.” Well it would be, if I had not put him peacefully to bed half an hour ago and, sod’s law, the moment I get my tea cooking, he wakes up and decides he’s very upset. It’s moments like this when I wish my husband was at home on an evening. 
Day Three in the Chicken Pox House has seen me go to work and the husband stay home until I got back. I have never felt guilt like it when I walked out of the house, leaving behind his spotty little body/face and the upset I felt when I walked back in was even worse because he looks so poorly. I’m not going to lie, there was a small part of me that was glad to be out of the house after cabin fever set in yesterday, plus I knew I would be contained tomorrow too but then all I thought about was my boy – was my hubby giving him enough water? Was he crying lots? Was he itching? 
Between the hours of day two and day three, poxy has progressed well as you can see from the pictures below. 
I’m hoping that all his spots have surfaced now and they will begin to scab over and disappear. It seems guaranteed that he will be spotty on his first birthday pictures, even if they’re all scabbed over and he’s no long contagious, like my sister said, there’s always photoshop! Ha ha! 
Day three also became the day I lied to the chemist. Several people at work told me liquid Piriton would help him so I called in the way home. I asked for some behind the desk and the pharmacist got it and said “How old is he?”. I replied honestly because he can have Calpol etc so why not piriton? “Oooh I can’t sell you it. They have to be over one.” 😳 “He’s one on Friday” I reply, “and he’s got chicken pox.” So she goes off to consult her friend who consults a book. She asks me how big he is, I’m tempted to say “In relation to what?” but instead I tell them that he’s fairly chunky. She screws her face up and goes back to her book before saying they’re not covered to sell it…then she adds “But it is really good.” OH THANKS!!! How helpful of you! So what do I do? I do what anyone else would do, I go to another chemist and when they ask me his age I lie. I lie about his age and that we’ve had it before – a mother’s gotta do what a mother’s got to do. 
Right I’m going to attempt to transfer my son to his cot and feed myself. Hopefully I can pick this up later…
An hour and a half later I have been into Poxy’s room a further three times and in between I’ve thrown my tea down my throat. Not the most enjoyable meal but at least I won’t be hungry. I am now sat on my bed in my PJ’s having abandoned everything downstairs. I have learnt from previous illness’, a few months ago when L had one of his many virus’ I got stuck underneath him. He wouldn’t sleep anywhere but on me, I was on the sofa, starving, thirsty and needing a wee. If i moved an inch, my son began to cry. I ended up ringing my husband and asking him to come home to save me, he brought a pizza with him. Legend. So I’m in my PJ’s now in preparation, just incase he wakes and won’t settle in his cot. I’m praying that he’ll fall into a deep sleep and not wake till morning, I doubt it will happen, I’m not that lucky! 
If I’m up all night I’ll nap when he naps….oh no wait, thats a bit of advice every new mum gets thats total rubbish! 🙂 

About Becky Roversi

Previously the writer of Educating Roversi, Becka is a 30 something Mum to two and has an addiction to mugs, Disney, pyjamas & stationery. Welcome to the Bubble!
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