The sign has been hanging in the KG for a month. “Warning! Chicken Pox!” One by one the kidlets started to go missing. It was a little quiet. Now they are returning one by one. Covered in white cream and a little pale, but returning. I had a long conversation with friend A about chicken pox and the like. Do we want the kids to get it? When? Should we TRY to get infected so as to control the situation a little? We decided on yes, sooner rather than later, and no, probably not.
Putting on PJs last night D and I noticed a little blister. Whoomp, there it is! A call to Big M, whose many friends are mostly doctors, just to double check, you know? Her “doctor” friends do what? Google it! Pfff. I can do that, in fact, I DID that! Now gimme my medical license.
Our pediatrician, a man close to my heart, cursed when I called, because Lil G had not been inoculized. Oh well, now we know that in exactly 13 days, he’ll sprout little blisters too. On the bright side Doctor H sent us out to find an all-night pharmacy to spend a whopping € 70 on some medication that will take the duration of the whole malarkey from about 2,5 weeks to a max of five DAYS. Who rocks the party? Doctor H rocks this here party.
So now we’re all at home, I’m watching new blisters come up hourly and making lists of stuff D needs to buy. Noah feels fine though, if a little bored, so I put batteries back in the remote control Lightening McQueen (30 minutes) and dug the wheelbarrow out (45 minutes!!).
Random photo of Lil G!