This week we have been struck down with our first childhood illness, Chicken Pox. Poor O has been feeling pretty rubbish but is just starting to pick up. After days of having virtually no appetite, he’s getting his hunger back and asked for cheese for lunch. Silly me tried to cut it into strips and turned around to find he’d rummaged in the kitchen cupboards to pull out the grater, “No Mummy, use this!” Whatever keeps a poorly boy happy!
Last week my little man was feeling under the weather. He appeared to pick up Monday and Tuesday, but it turns out it was the calm before the storm. On Wednesday he had one spot, a few more on Thursday and by Friday he was covered. Chicken pox! Hearing your child sobbing in discomfort whilst crying “mummy, help me!” is absolutely heartbreaking. I followed the advice; bathed him in porridge oats, covered him in soothing gel and gave him Calpol, but there is no magic cure. We’ve just got to wait it out. Yesterday was the worst day and all… View Post