A Pox Upon My House

It's amazing what rolls off your back after you've experienced something so much larger.

The boy was in the hospital back in February. It was bad. It was scary. I would never wish anything like that on anyone, even my worst enemy. I will never, ever, forget the experience.

I sit here, now, awaiting a call back from my pediatrician. My son may have the chicken pox.

He may not.

If this had happened 6 or 8 months ago I probably would have freaked out. I probably would have loaded my child in the car and headed to the hospital to have him checked out.

Today?

Not so much.

I called my mom- the doctor. (Not a medical doctor but she does have Dr. before her name, now.) She kind of laughed. I laughed, too. It's not funny if he has the chicken pox but if he does it's just kind of like the icing on the cake at this point. If he doesn't, that's GREAT! Anyway, called my mom she told me to call the doctor. I really didn't need her to tell me to do that but I was kind of hoping she'd tell me there was no way on God's green Earth that our chicken pox vaccinated child could possibly have the chicken pox.

No. Such. Luck.

So, now I sit and I wait for the pediatrician to call. I'm really not worried. Yeah, it will suck if he has the pox. Yeah, I have another child to consider. One who has not been vaccinated. But you know what? He's not in the hospital. He's not having trouble breathing. He's not pale and lifeless. He's itchy as all get out. He's himself, except he feels the need to remove his clothes to make it easier to get to the itch. And my daughter? She'll be fine, too. Maybe if she gets the pox we won't have to vaccinate. God knows how much she LOVES shots!

If he's got the pox we'll deal. We'll get some calamine lotion. We'll keep him home from school. We'll make him nice and comfortable. It's amazing to me how much I've "mellowed". I hate when my kids are sick, even if it's a cold, but it no longer makes me crazy. My kids are clearly resilient. They have wonderful doctors who care about them and take excellent care of them, and me! If he's got the pox, we're in great hands.

If he doesn't? Well, I don't really know because if he doesn't he's got some nasty rash that I have no idea where it came from! GROSS!