This week started out with lots of fun. Princess had spent the weekend with a fever of 101, being very clingy and cranky, hardly drinking liquids, almost no eating. But I thought we were getting past it when she woke up this morning with a smile at 0600. It wasn’t until after her first nap during diaper changing that I noticed her chest, back; neck and arms were covered in little red bumps. First reaction: “OH SHIT! Not the pox!” Hurried up the change, picked her, and tried to navigate the clinic’s phone number.
Wouldn’t you know I ended up with the “sharpest” receptionist in the office? The conversation went a little like this…
Me: Yes I was wondering what exactly are the symptoms to chicken pox?
Receptionist: What makes you think your child has them?
Me: Well she’s had a fever for the last 2 days and today she just woke up covered in bumps, has been cranky since Friday, low appetite, trouble sleeping.
Receptionist: You could Google it.
Me: I prefer not to since Google always tells you you’ll die within a day.
Receptionist: What exactly would you like for me to help with?
Me: Well if she does have the pox then what do I need to do? I do have 3 other children 2 of which are school age.
Receptionist: Just keep her hydrated. Everyone else is fine.
Me: Can the others go to school? How long does Princess have to be away from other children?
Receptionist: I guess I’ll get a nurse to assist with these questions.
Me: Hmmm yeah I think you should.
Really now? Did a receptionist in a doctor’s office just tell me to GOOGLE how to treat my 1 year old in the event that she MIGHT have the pox?
After a quick rush to the office, Princess was diagnosed with a viral infection and is contagious as long as she has the fever.
Skip ahead to after dinner Princess blew through her pre-fold and her longies. I strip her down to her diaper and carry her straight to the tub. Monkey is pushing and shoving yelling “My turn My turn for bath”. I’m trying to block him while pulling the snappi off without it sling shotting me in the eye and not fling poop around the bathroom. Monkey’s almost made past me and the toilet to the running water half naked yelling “you bad mommy you don’t push” while I’m trying not to loose my patience by telling him it’s not his turn. Finally I had enough swung around with Princess still in my arms, poop all over her leg, prefold coming undone and hold her smack dab in his face like a carrot dangled in front of a horse. He jumps backwards, squints his face and says calmly “That’s okay I wait mom” leaving me in peace to bath the poor baby used to play interference.