Yep, you read it right, our now 7 months old got the chicken pox. Fun, fun in the sun…! ugh.
AND she got it just as bad as her brother did. More fun fun in the sun!
The poor thing, they can’t exactly scratch or know what’s going on at that age.

I tried so many things, the things that worked the least: chemical crap the pharmacist gave us.

Here she is, just before it got REALLY bad:

What worked best: heavily sipped chamomile tea rubbed on her skin after a bath with oatmeal and nettle.

Worse of it, she got it mostly inside her diaper, around her genitals and butt… She was so clingy, it was as if someone had stuck a post it on me, except that post it was around 17 pound and whiny.

She’s getting over it now, though her butt is still full of polka dots that won’t go because they marinate in the diaper funk. And she thought it was cool to immediately follow with a nice sort of bronchitis from hell. I bet it’s all an excuse to keep the post it disguise! Nah, I’m just kidding, she’s cute, she still smiles. She’s a woman, with more tolerance for pain! hehe