About six weeks ago Elisabeth woke up with a rash on her tummy. After doing all the checks to rule out anything serious, we kind of assumed it was chicken pox. Which presented a few problems, my mother in law, who babysits on Wednesdays, has never had chicken pox. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem as she would be quite happy to take the risk, but she was due to go on a three week holiday to China. Not the ideal time to go down with chicken pox, or whatever the adult version of it is called.
Nursery on Tuesday was out of the question as they would never let her attend if she was still in the contagious stage.
Also, my husband was on call that week which means that for seven days he could get called out at any time, night or day. I don’t get to see him much when he is on call and nor does Elisabeth. This isn’t great at the best of times, but when you have a sick child, which normally equals no sleep, it’s really hard (respect to all single parents out there, I don’t know how you do it!).
On top of all that, I was in the middle of a very important project at work. Time was already extremely tight and me being off Tuesday and Wednesday to look after Elisabeth would not help.
So, I phoned my mum, who lives in Holland, and asked her to come over for the week as I could see it all go wrong. She was obviously more than happy for the unexpected chance to see her grandchild for a week, and she booked a ferry ticket for the next day. I also arranged to have the Tuesday off work as my mum wouldn’t arrive in time for me to go to work. Phew, what a relief.
Happy that everything was sorted we all went to bed. The next morning I got Elisabeth up, took off her sleep suit to inspect the rash………what rash? Now I am no expert in chicken pox (clearly), but I don’t think there is such a thing as chicken pox which doesn’t cause any problems and disappears within a couple of days without any kind of treatment. So, clearly not chicken pox. It turned out that my husband had an unusually easy week on call, so there really was no need to panic in the first place.
This morning Elisabeth woke up with a rash again, and when I saw it I knew this was something different, it looks far more angry than the one she had before. Who knows, it might actually be chicken pox this time. And to make it even more freaky, my husband is on call again from this Monday and my mum has a ferry ticket booked for this Wednesday to come and spend a few days with us. Deja vu or what?!?