A pox upon our house....

Back in the dark dark ages, when someone didn't like you very much (i.e. hated your guts) they would often wish "a pox upon your house". In those days a pox of any kind was enough to send people running and encourage the body collector to pay a visit. ("Bring out your dead....") Now, most people don't even know what a pox is.

You may remember a few months ago, Ainsley woke up one morning with a few suspicious looking spots on her face and belly. We were at the time, very concerned about Jackson's exposure and whether or not he would get it too. We were due to go on vacation and it was suggested that we think seriously about canceling our trip, just in case. There were many phone calls to hospitals and doctors abroad to inquire if they were equipped with the antibodies Jack would need should he develop a case of he chicken pox. It was really a big deal.

So you can imagine my concern when I discovered, while changing Jackson's diaper this morning, a few pox of questionable nature on his belly and face. A call to the pediatrician produces a "not-so-concerned-about-it-now" response, by which I was fairly surprised. But it seems there's no need to rush off to Hopkins quite yet. It is again the wait and see treatment (always my favorite). With any luck he'll only have a few spots which will come and go with little fanfare. There is, however, another factor to the timing of this. Jackson is already battling another nasty cold. (Surprise surprise.) Chicken pox has been known to cause pneumonia in kids whose immune and respiratory systems are already under attack. So while the pox themselves aren't much of an issue, the respiratory complications that can arise from the virus could be really nasty.

So we'll wait. Wait for the cold and the pox to run their course and hope their paths don't meet.