A pox on our household
An outbreak of chickenpox in the Paver household has at least had the good grace to mop up a couple of victims in one go, says Dougal Paver.
You learn quickly as a dad that 'O' level biology was worth the slog. Just days in to parenthood and the biological terms come at you thick and fast. And then never let up.
Now four and a half years in to the journey and I'm grappling with chickenpox. Bet you didn't know it was a herpes virus? Nope, me neither.
Bet you didn't know it can make you blind if it infects your eyes, either. I discovered that yesterday at Alder Hey Children's Hospital.
Not two months ago they saved Elizabeth's eyesight, having cottoned on to a particularly virulent infection that was headed for her brain. They were at it again yesterday, pumping her full of anti-biotics and thanking our lucky stars that they'd been able to get to it early enough.
As if that wasn't fun enough, Rory then catches chickenpox from his sister. At least we're getting it out of the way in one go and - by dint of what, I don't know - they're both adjusting to life as spotty Herberts with remarkably good cheer.
I wasn't sure if I'd had it as a nipper so dived in to Wikipedia's entry on the subject to see what horrors lay ahead. Fortunately, the old man confirmed I'd been a pox-ridden little nipper and had nothing to worry about. Amen to that.
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