I vaguely remember the day I got chicken pox. I was in Kindergarten and it was a day like any other, I suppose. Except the next thing I knew, my mom picked me up and I got to stay home and watch TV for several days. Not a bad deal unless you mind the itching.

Now that I’m a dad, I worry about things like my kids getting the chicken pox. I suppose it’s part of that “parental” protectiveness thing. Last week our daycare provider called us and notified us that one of the kids at the daycare had broken out with chicken pox. Since Zoe isn’t 1 year old yet, she hasn’t been innoculated so – of course – she’s at risk.
This sort of thing is upsetting on a number of levels, but mostly that my little girl will be very uncomfortable at the very least – and may be at risk of something more severe at worst (*knock on wood*) – in two to three weeks. It’s funny because it’s not something I would’ve given a thought about for me at age 5, but for my kiddos it’s got me going.

Well, there’s still a chance she might not come down with it. You never know, I suppose. She doesn’t come into extremely close contact with the infected kid and our daycare provider was kinda keeping her separated due to her runny nose, but chicken pox is extremely contagious and that kid was shedding virus well before anyone knew he had it, so it’s probably more than likely she’s infected. Our doctor’s office says that due to her breastfeeding and the fact that Mom had chicken pox as a kid that there may be some chance that Zoe will beat it. Let’s hope she does.

Can you imagine a face like that being unhappy?