I’m sick. My nose is all stuffy, yet runny at the same time. I have so much pressure in my head. My throat is filled with gunk. It hurts to breathe in my irritated nose. Colds in the summer just do not make sense to me!

Last week everyone else in the household was sick, except me and the Grandpa. Savannah, Mark and Grandma (since we live with my in-laws for now) were the sniffing ones . I thought I wouldn’t get it. I thought, since I went through last week and into this week feeling fine, I was in the clear. Nope.

Apparently God spaced it out so that I could take care of my sick babies (ya know, the husband and the 6 month old. Which one was more pitiful? Hint: Not the baby!) and not feel like poo myself. Well, now that they are all better, it’s their turn to take care of me. Oh wait, it doesn’t work like that!

I stuck it out through my 12 hour, yes TWELVE hour, school day yesterday. I stuck it out when Savannah got up at 5am wanting to play, and again at 7am.

That’s just what we do. Mommy hood makes you tough.

Savannah’s bumps are finally drying up and becoming less bothersome. Not that they were extremely itchy, it didn’t seem like, but the fever has gone away and she’s lost that “sick” look in her eyes. [See picture right, day 3]

However, the sleep issue has only gotten worse. Savannah is going on 5 months old and still doesn’t want to sleep through the night as books and other Moms tell me, “it’ll get better by age so and so…try this and this” Not for us. We were making progress, though, before the bumps appeared. We were getting a few nights during the week where she would sleep 6 0r 7 nights. Those were refreshing.

You’d think the worst of it would be at the beginning of the week when the bumps were worse and she had a fever, right? No. Each night I’ve had to get up more and more to pop the pacifier back in and turn her music back on. And now, we’ve had to resort to using the swing all night in hopes of longer sleep periods. It’s just that bad. Last night, I think I saw each hour of the clock, sometimes several times within the hour. Needless to say, this week has been testing and quite tiring.

Here’s to hoping as these scabs fall off, sleep returns to the Outten family.

The two pictures above with Mark and I with Savannah were taken yesterday, Day 6 of the Chicken Pox.

Yes, our 4 month old who hardly leaves the house, some how, has chicken pox.

I first noticed a bump of puss at her hair line on Sunday morning as we were ending our visit with the grandparents.  I swear, as the the day progressed, and Sunday turned into Monday, they multiplied right before my eyes.  By Tuesday I knew she had to be seen by the doctor.

We did our research online and couldn’t figure out what it was! She hasn’t really been outside and gotten into anything. She shouldn’t have gotten too hot or too much sun exposure.  We hadn’t seen any bugs near here, and would they have kept spreading like that, anyway? We were stumped.

We got an appointment for Tuesday afternoon with her Dr.  He recognized it pretty much from the beginning but brought in other doctors to look, just to make sure.  Needless to say, she was the talk of the office as the youngest patient they had seen with the chicken pox.  He said that he hadn’t even seen a case of the chicken pox in 6 months because the shot they get at the age of 1.

My poor girl though. I hate to see her covered in miserable looking red, crusty bumps.  They don’t seem to bother her too bad, just the ones on her head. Perhaps it’s a good thing she’s so young and won’t remember this itchy time.  Plus, she’s too young to know how to really itch (but her head) so that’s a good thing, right?

This is just yesterday after we got home from the Dr’s.  They’ve now covered her face, on her eyelids, throughout her hair, behind the ears, in the diaper area (those look painful…ouch!), a few on her stomach, etc. and look much, much worse than this picture. I hate to think of it getting EVEN worse, but I know it will. I hate having to see her this way!

We’ve been lathering her up in calamine lotion and giving her oatmeal baths. Good thing she likes bath time. Not only is it fun and relaxing, it helps her to feel a smidge better and not so itchy.

Well, thanks for saving us a shot later on, Mr. Chicken Pox.