Evelyn has the chicken pox. But our story really begins last week...
Wednesday Feb. 18: This is the only day I make it to work due to the snow and below zero temperatures. Evelyn comes home from daycare with a letter notifying us that there is a confirmed case of chicken pox in the baby room.
Thursday Feb. 19: My glasses break and I have pair one of contacts left. Evelyn has an appointment to get her 12 month vaccines, including the chicken pox vaccine (go figure). Nate works a miracle that night and glues my glasses back together and unless you know or look very carefully, you can't tell.
Friday Feb. 20: Our pipes freeze despite running the faucets overnight. I am home with Evelyn and everyone else gets to go to work where there is running water. I am surprisingly very upset by this. Thankfully our landlord gets the water fixed around lunchtime, but by late afternoon Evelyn starts to run a fever.
Saturday Feb. 21: Evelyn does not sleep well and is feverish all night. In the morning we notice the first chicken pox spots. It is snowing outside and shows no sign of stopping all day. Evelyn continues to have a fever and it isn't really responding to the tylenol, which Nate and I realize we are quickly running out of. We call Pat for advice and then the doctor's office. Despite the snow and terrible road conditions, Nate's supervisor brings us some children's motrin in case we need it. It feels like we are living the movie Balto.
Sunday Feb. 22: Warmer temperatures mean the snow starts to melt so Meredith and I can buy groceries and get more infant tylenol. Evelyn seems to feel much better and isn't feverish all day. Nate decides to stay home Monday so I can go to work.
Monday Feb. 23: We take Evelyn to the doctor's office first thing in morning, but not before Nate discovers a possum in the chicken coop. Thinking there's time to save the chickens and kill the intruder, Nate goes back to the house for his shotgun. There really isn't time and I check Evelyn in for her 8:20 appointment at 8:18. Chicken pox diagnosis is confirmed. Once back home Nate first falls down our porch stairs because they are very icy, but then does manage to kill the possum and the chickens are all fine. I go to work and Evelyn stays home with Nate and only has an okay day. But really, who has a good day when they have the chicken pox?
That about sums it up. Today so far has been a good day for Evelyn, so I am optimistic that she is starting to feel better.
Wednesday Feb. 18: This is the only day I make it to work due to the snow and below zero temperatures. Evelyn comes home from daycare with a letter notifying us that there is a confirmed case of chicken pox in the baby room.
Thursday Feb. 19: My glasses break and I have pair one of contacts left. Evelyn has an appointment to get her 12 month vaccines, including the chicken pox vaccine (go figure). Nate works a miracle that night and glues my glasses back together and unless you know or look very carefully, you can't tell.
Friday Feb. 20: Our pipes freeze despite running the faucets overnight. I am home with Evelyn and everyone else gets to go to work where there is running water. I am surprisingly very upset by this. Thankfully our landlord gets the water fixed around lunchtime, but by late afternoon Evelyn starts to run a fever.
Saturday Feb. 21: Evelyn does not sleep well and is feverish all night. In the morning we notice the first chicken pox spots. It is snowing outside and shows no sign of stopping all day. Evelyn continues to have a fever and it isn't really responding to the tylenol, which Nate and I realize we are quickly running out of. We call Pat for advice and then the doctor's office. Despite the snow and terrible road conditions, Nate's supervisor brings us some children's motrin in case we need it. It feels like we are living the movie Balto.
Sunday Feb. 22: Warmer temperatures mean the snow starts to melt so Meredith and I can buy groceries and get more infant tylenol. Evelyn seems to feel much better and isn't feverish all day. Nate decides to stay home Monday so I can go to work.
Monday Feb. 23: We take Evelyn to the doctor's office first thing in morning, but not before Nate discovers a possum in the chicken coop. Thinking there's time to save the chickens and kill the intruder, Nate goes back to the house for his shotgun. There really isn't time and I check Evelyn in for her 8:20 appointment at 8:18. Chicken pox diagnosis is confirmed. Once back home Nate first falls down our porch stairs because they are very icy, but then does manage to kill the possum and the chickens are all fine. I go to work and Evelyn stays home with Nate and only has an okay day. But really, who has a good day when they have the chicken pox?
That about sums it up. Today so far has been a good day for Evelyn, so I am optimistic that she is starting to feel better.
Comments
Hang in there -- you and Nate are fantastic parents! xoxoxo
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