Chickenpox and the end of an era

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Chickenpox completely messed up my newly established weekday routine with a newborn and a toddler.

During June, I had it nailed. In the mornings we’d go to stay and plays, or parks  – something centred around Arlo. Rory would sleep, and I’d spend an hour or two giving Arlo some one-on-one time. Afternoons were spent at home, mainly dealing with/feeding Rory, and I didn’t feel so guilty because we’d had a fun morning.

Then the pox hit. First Arlo, then bang on schedule exactly two weeks later, seven week old Rory. There were maybe three days in between where I felt it was safe to leave the house: July – the month of quarantine. (Understandably we were all crawling off the walls. I am hugely grateful for all the nice weather, as I don’t want to think about how much worse it would have been without the use of the garden).

I’m glad I did all that stuff with Arlo in June. It’s the summer holidays now, so all the playgroups are on break. When they start up again, Arlo will be at preschool. Our time of going to playgroups together has come to an unexpectedly abrupt finish.

When I look back, our month with the chickenpox will always mark the close of a very distinct chapter for this family. It’s the end of an era, and it feels quite strange.

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chicken pox toddler

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Possibly the happiest photos you’ll ever see of someone with chickenpox. Neither of the boys were really ill with it –  mild temperatures for the first few days and not massively itchy (Eurax lotion  seemed to do the trick for Arlo). Just frustrated at being cooped up at home for so long. Obviously, I had to take photos.

About Chloe

Sorry About The Mess documents the life of London blogger and photographer, Chloe, and her young family. Sorry About The Mess is a personal lifestyle and parenting blog.

Comments

  1. Oh bless them (and you, being in quarantine is hard going with kiddies)! x

  2. Urgh Chickenpox! I had that as an adult (I was 35). My then 3 year old son brought it home from nursery, passed it on to my twins who were 11 months old at the time, then it was my turn. I was glad to see the back of it, hopefully for good. I expect you will be too. Glad to see your little ones looking cheerful and not suffering too much.

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