Little T came home Monday complaining that her back was “painful”. We ignored her. Not because we’re crap parents, but you see, my little darling is a bit of a drama queen. She comes home from school complaining about a number of things, from a headache to “My thumb hurts mum”. So last Monday, we thought, it was just one of those days.
We were wrong. Yes, we are bad parents.
Imagine my surprise when I stripped little T off her clothes for her bath before bed time and discovered that her back was covered in little red spots. Although it shouldn’t really come as a surprise since the chickenpox has been doing its the rounds at her school since last Christmas. A couple of weeks ago, it was her best friend F’s turn. He was one of the lucky few who had it only mild. In fact, we decided that it was okay not to cancel his sleep-over with T, especially since they were both excited about it.
Besides, we wanted T to have it. She’s one of the few remaining ones in her class who hasn’t had it yet. We figured, it would be a good time for her to have it. And boy did she have it!
The First Day
We had hoped that she was going to be as lucky as her best friend who got away with just a few spots. At first, she didn’t seem bothered at all and was even happy to be off school until she realised that she wouldn’t be able to keep her playdate scheduled for the next day. Then she wasn’t a happy bunny anymore.
The Second Day
But it was a different story the next day. More spots started appearing on her face and we had such a bad night too. She woke up more than a couple of times crying and complaining about how itchy it was and no amount of calomine or even Piritin helped.
The Third Day
A friend advised PoxClin and giving T an oaty bath seemed to make such a big difference. For one, we had a good night’s sleep and she only woke up once to complain about an itch.
The Fourth Day
The spots on her face aren’t drying up yet. But some on her back seem to be healing. She’s a bored little girl. We’re running out of drawing paper. Hopefully, tomorrow there’ll be more signs of it drying up. In spite all the spots though, I guess T is still lucky that the chickenpox didn’t come with a fever, just the spots.
Has your little ones had chicken pox?
How long did it last?