It’s been a week since Naturalist and Golfer finished up their round of the Pox. And really, I thought Sassy was going to dodge it, being as she is a little thing called vaccinated. But then again, so are the other kids, so apparently it means nothing in this cruel world.
Today she woke up just like any other day: in my bed (she loves to sneak in at around 2 am), quick morning stretch, quick kiss to my right hand (the ‘snuggle bug’ one, as opposed to my left hand, which is the ‘tickle bug’ one), a perky ‘good morning!’, and then a run downstairs to forrage for food. 5 minutes later, hubby calls up, “Hey! Come down and see this!” which is never a good thing. It’s not like I ever come down to see and ‘this’ is bouquet of flowers, or a dessert someone has left on my doorstep, or a sparkling clean house. It’s usually more along the lines of projectile vomit splattered on the wall, or diarrhea spread on the couch, or something equally as disgusting.
I rushed down the stairs, and hubby has Sassy’s shirt pulled up to expose a rash of blisters across her torso and going up her neck to her face. The Pox!
About that time she started saying she was sick and going to throw up, so I ushered her into the bathroom and placed her over the toilet. Frantically searching for a hairband, I turned around just in time to see her slowly collapse onto the floor. Truthfully, she does that anytime she’s unhappy with things, like when I try to put her hair up, so I gently chided, “Sassy! What is it this time!” After a quick assessment, I realized this wasn’t Sassy being sassy, this was Sassy being unconscious. She was laying on her side, not moving except for a little shake, making little grunting sounds.
Dear Lord. There is nothing scarier. When little kids do this, 2 angels should come down from heaven. One to administer to the child, and one to administer to the mom. Amen.
Naturalist did the same thing when she was 2 and had a raging ear infection. She spiked a fever and had a febrile seizure. She was kind enough to do it at the doctors office, though, so all I did was hand her over to the nurses and quietly hyperventilate while they did all the work. This time, there was no doctors office, no nurses, and no help. Just me and unconscious Sassy.
I recalled what the nurses had done with Naturalist, and repeated it. I kept Sassy on the floor, on her side, making sure there was no blockage to her airway. I held her hands and feet still so she wouldn’t flail around and hurt herself. I waited calmly for the seizure to be over.
Actually, it’s only afterwards that I remembered what they had done. What I really did was scoop her up in my arms, saying over and over, “Sassy! Sassy!” I hefted her over my shoulder and patted her scorching hot back. I laid her back into my arms and held her scorching hot face and watched with increasing alarm as her eyes rolled back into her head. I leaned her over while thick spittle drooled from her mouth.
Dear Lord. If we mom’s really have to handle stuff like this, could you at least provide a service manual with these precious children? There’s enough room in the womb. Also? could you give out ‘bonuses’ whereby some wrinkles dissapear or some cellulite goes away? Amen.
After a minute or two (which felt like a couple hours), as I was taking her shirt off to try to cool her scorching hot body, I brushed over an open pox. “Mamma! Don’t touch that!” she barked. Ah. She’s back! Febrile seizure done with, I carried her to the kitchen to get some Advil in her to take the fever down. That stuff works quickly! Yay!
Dear Lord. Thank you for Advil and Dora the Explorer. Amen.
With Sassy lying down watching TV, I set out to make some calls.
I’ve discovered that while anyone with Pox in the public school community is a pariah, here in the homeschool community they’re a rock star. So now, we have our day lined out with people bringing their kids to be exposed to the Pox. Sassy gets lollipops, and they get chicken pox. It’s a win-win.
Now, all’s well. She’s back to being Sassy, and I’m trying to figure out how to keep her from itching all these stinking pox all over.
I’m glad I had a great day yesterday, and got my shower in. It’ll be another couple days before that happens again…