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Pox Watch Day 4 – MAKE IT STOP.

January 31, 2012 By mocha beanie mummy 6 Comments

Chicken Pox

Head to toe. Very bloodshot right eyeball as of about 30 minutes ago. Screams when he pees. 4 hours of sleep. Loss of appetite. Fever.

REALLY done with it now.

Filed Under: illness, Isaac, MAKE IT STOP, parenting, photos, Ultimate Stresssss

Pox Watch Day 3 – Current Observations and Birthday Thoughts

January 30, 2012 By mocha beanie mummy 2 Comments

1. The spots. Will appear. Everywhere. And anywhere. If you can think of a place, they’re there. Oh, they are THERE.

2. I do not do well waking up every 1-2 hours.

3. Piriton does NOT make Isaac fall asleep.

4. Isaac let me eat my birthday breakfast of a plate of bacon. Whilst he may be ill, he is still considerate.

5. We have taught him well.

6. The Gruffalo, on repeat, somehow doesn’t get old.

7. Peppa Pig, on repeat, becomes tedious.

8. It’s amazing how you discover exactly how your body is able to mould itself into the shape of a sofa as your kid makes themselves comfy on your lap.

9. Snuggling with Isaac on a real sofa with a Graze.com box is lovely. Until he eats all your vanilla infused cherries.

10. It’s really hard to remain patient, when shit loads of lovely people suggest things to make your kiddo feel better and you’ve pretty much tried them all already. And nothing is working.

11. People are incredibly helpful.

12. It’s really ok to have some of the birthday Prosecco for your lunch, under the circumstances.

13. Somethings just do not distract from the pain. Including Lego. This makes me really sad.

14. What I think is “humour” can be really misunderstood by people who don’t really know me.

15. I have a darker sense of humour than I thought. Especially on minimal sleep and with poorly sick child.

16. It occurs to me I’m still waiting for the panic of turning 30 to settle in. 3 years ago.

17. Trying not to lose your rag when your kid is wailing for help, and you keep telling them you are doing everything you can and they just need to calm down and listen, but they keep wailing anyway, is REALLY hard. Frustration is a bitch.

18. It’s amazing how some “pyjama days” aren’t as good as you might like, and especially when all you want to do is throw yourself in the shower. *scratches*

19. I hate feeling guilty for wanting to be selfish for just 5 minutes. Just because the very poorly child with a rash the size of Africa covering his groin area, and yelled and cried all the time I was opening my presents. And yet is now sat quite happily on the sofa watching Octonauts.

20. Birthdays, Chicken Pox and children. You just can’t predict them.

Filed Under: actual happy times, assvice, birthday, illness, Isaac, Just...everything., MAKE IT STOP, Mutha-Hood, neurosis, parenting, photos, , Ultimate Stresssss, wtf

Pox Watch Day 2 – Chicken Pox Is Bullshit

January 29, 2012 By mocha beanie mummy 4 Comments

OOOMMMMMGGGGGGG MAKE IT STOP NOW PLEASE.

Isaac does not scratch the spots. At all. AT. ALL.

He doesn’t have ginormous blisters (because let’s face it – there’s always someone who’s had bigger blisters.), he just seems to have shit loads of them. A major rash in his pants (I really don’t want to be around when that blisters) and a delightful smattering from the top of his head to his shoulders. With some escapees on his torso. And plenty in his ears. And some on his eyelids. The photo I posted before is NOTHING compared to how it looks now.

And yet, he just won’t scratch them. I’m bloody impressed, that’s for sure. However, the boy is in pain. I’ve been putting small amounts of Dream Cream on him, which has been working a treat, but now there are so many spots, I suspect he feels like his skin is on fire. Especially as every so often, he suddenly yelps out in pain and bursts into (increasingly) inconsolable tears. I knew what I had to do next, and I confess I’d been saving this, thinking it would be the ultimate treat.

Porridge bath. Ahhhhhhhh bliss.

I ran it cooler than normal, dumped large handfuls of Dream Cream and oats into a muslin cloth, tied it all up and attached it to the tap as the water ran. Quite possibly one of the most luxurious baths I’d ever seen any 2.5 year old ever have. On stripping him down and showing him the lovely bath, all for himself, he started crying. Hard.

You would think I had threatened to dump him in a vat of toxic acidic sludge, and there was no convincing him that this was actually the exact opposite.

It took myself and D to get him in the bath. Sweet Lord.

After maybe 10 minutes of cajoling (and more crying) he finally sat down.

Another 5 minutes later he stopped crying.

10 minutes later, he was out again (after even more tears).

I’ll be honest, it was a bath from hell. Which is a shame, because this kid adores water, and will often pitch a fit when it’s time to get out the bath.

All day he’s understandably been ratty as hell, and we’ve repeatedly smothered him in creams and kept him doped up on Calpol and Calprofen. There’s no way in hell we’re going to try another bath just yet.

The fact is, we are at the point where there is nothing more can do. I’ve just spent the last 30 minutes cuddling him in my bed the dark, while he dozed on and off. He finally asked to go to his own bed, where he is now whimpering, crying and saying “ow” over and over again. So once again, we’ll go upstairs and cuddle him until he asks to be put back to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The worst thing about this is that horrible feeling of a spectacular Parenting Fail. I am FULLY AWARE there is nothing else I can do. I have done all I can do. I’ve cuddled him until he’s pretty much told me to piss off and leave him alone, yet I’m there at the drop of a hat if he calls again. I’ve given him as many drugs as I dare without officially becoming his dealer. I’ve plastered him in soothing creams, from the very top of his head right down to his toes. I’ve cuddled him some more. I’ve plastered on more cream, at his request.

And I am losing my fucking marbles, because now I have to figure out how to deal with the helpless parenting bull shit feeling.

Filed Under: assvice, illness, Isaac, MAKE IT STOP, parenting

Pox Watch Day 1

January 29, 2012 By mocha beanie mummy 3 Comments

Gaahhhhhhh it was only a matter of time. When D came home with The Boys on Friday having been given a warning about The Pox, I was pretty sure we weren’t going to escape it this time.

Having returned from a lovely Friday night stay with D at Mal Maison hotel (general note: if you ever want to have hotel sex with me, don’t get me blinding drunk first. I like my sleep, innit), we walked in to find both Kiddos with surprisingly runny noses. Within about 30 minutes, we spotted numerous blisters on Isaac’s face and in his hair. GOOD TIMES.

Strangely, Noah seems impervious to Chicken Pox. I’m convinced he’s been subjected to it numerous times, and as yet seems to have avoided it. Yes, he has The Runny Nose right now, but no spots. At all. And he’s been hanging around Isaac like his life depended on it lately.

I can only thank the very Gods of Sympathy that Isaac is pretty much oblivious to the spots. He’s not scratching at all, and several have already crusted over. The ones in his pants are grim (potty training my have eased off a bit, but in all honesty, that’s a whole other story) and even the ones on his face are being completely ignored. The worst ones are the ones we can’t get to buried deep in his ear. Nothing like your kid scream “OUCH!”, bursting into tears and then watching them slapping the side of their face every few minutes.

D whizzed off to Lush to get some Dream Cream, which I absolutely swear by. Has everything he need to help him if the body itching sets in, and it doesn’t smell like something the cat pissed out three weeks ago into her litter tray. Because seriously, some of the creams out there smell bad.

So now we watch and wait, to see if Noah follows suit. I will be doing my best to absolutely NOT lose my marbles having at least one of them at home, and also desperately NOT stressing over not getting any work done. And not being gutted about not taking them to Wagamama on Sunday for my birthday on Monday. And not becoming mind numbingly bored to tears with Cbeebies and Disney Jnr on my tellybox.

Wouldn’t mind so much if they actually liked doing painting, sticking and gluing for more than 30 seconds. Maybe we’ll just make more Cock Cakes.