I hope you’ve had a lovely Easter weekend? It has been a busy one filled with family, chocolate and illness for us. We celebrated my birthday on Thursday – by me going to work and poor Amy coming down with Chicken Pox. I don’t think it will go down in history as my best birthday ever!
Good Friday started off with hectic packing of bags (due to me not really being bothered to do it on my birthday!) and a whole world of traffic. I don’t think either of us had really considered the Good Friday traffic situation and just set off to York when we were ready. Around half way there we stuck the sat nav on to check the traffic and found that our route was littered with delays – not what any parent needs with a Poxy child stuck in the car! Thankfully with some sneaky detouring we managed to avoid most of the issues and got to York before anyone had a meltdown.
The weather was lovely and we managed to eat our lunch outside in Mum and Dad’s garden while the kids took advantage of the sunshine to be able to play on their scooters. As the day went on Amy’s spots got worse, her temperature rose and she started to struggle more. I think she was pretty glad when it was time to go to bed and if I’m honest I was surprised she managed to sleep but she was fairly settled considering – I, on the other hand, was keeping a close eye on her temperature as it just wasn’t coming down. I was glad I had my Mum to hand for a second opinion.
On Saturday morning, Chloe came home from her very first sleepover at Aunty Nic’s house full of beans and Mum & I nipped out to John Lewis for a wander and a hot chocolate. I spent much of the rest of the day with a poorly Amy attached to me. Having given her a “magic bath” and popped her to bed, Dave and I went out into York for a belated birthday dinner whilst Mum and Dad looked after the kids for us. A couple of cheeky cocktails and a delicious steak made for a lovely evening.
Covered in spots from her scalp to her toes (with the densest patches being on her neck, trunk, bottom and girls’ bits). She hasn’t really complained about itching or pain but she has clearly felt extremely unwell with a streaming nose and conjunctivitis to go with her raging temperature.
I can’t tell you what a relief it was to wake up to her smiling and chattering on Sunday morning – her spots had started to scab over and her temperature was more stable. She was certainly happy enough to join in with hunting for Easter Eggs in Granny and Grandad’s back garden . . .
Thank you Aunty Nic and Beau Bunny for making Easter magical . . .