Poxy Infection

While I have a lot of respect for doctors, I was recently put in the position of doubting their expertise. My last entry went on to tell you that Amelie was going through the Chicken Pox, a childhood illness better contracted when young. As it turns out Amelie was not suffering from Chicken Pox but instead an eczema infection. This explains why the symptoms were not as drastic as we were led to believe, but instead isolated to her back and belly only. The reason we know this is because the sores did not crust over after the five day mutation period. They remained red and weepy. A second visit to the doctors confirmed this and led myself and Carla to berate the Gods for not helping the doctor’s diagnoses, something which would have saved us time away from work to avoid Amelie infecting anyone else.

So far, Amelie’s skin has been through several creams to help combat her eczema. Diprobase was the first, followed by Epaderm ointment and recently (to fight the infection), Fucidin H cream and Magnapen syrup. To make matters worse, we followed the instructions and ran the course of Fucidin H cream and it seemed to be helping. The sores had all but gone, save a few red marks still at the top of her back (where it originated). But now it seems to have come back. We have booked another appointment with the doctors tomorrow to see what else they can suggest. Presumably it’ll be more of the same.

In other news, I’ve taken some time off work to spend time with Amelie and Carla. So far (it’s been only two days) we have been to Lytham St Annes (well St Anne’s Pier) where we ate at a wonderful Greek restaurant, enjoyed a live act and played on the beach. Amelie was in a wonderful mood and had me nearly crying as she walked the promenade saying goodbye to everyone that passed. An old couple in the aforementioned restaurant waved goodbye to her to as we were leaving, and the old woman blew Amelie a kiss, which Amelie returned. And it’s these moments that hit me like a wrecking ball. No matter whom Amelie spoke to that day, or looked at, the people changed. From their passive faces she brought smiles and a warm glow. It was if she was putting people under an enchanted spell that I hoped remained long after we left.
Today we went to Shibden Hall, the same place I wrote about in a previous entry. It was a sunny day so the park was cram-packed with kids. To be honest, the playground was too busy making it near impossible for Amelie to get on anything. We’ve had a few problems of late with Amelie’s attitude toward sharing rides. She’s of the impression they are her own, and that any other child who uses it is being disrespectful. Her possessiveness manifests in bouts of hysterics whenever she can’t get on something. Therefore, Carla and I have made it our main priority to empathise the importance of sharing. During meal time we share our food, and make a big deal of this. Carla and I hand each other things and make an effort to say the word “share”, and how good it is to do it. We think it might be paying off too because today Amelie never cried when the other children were using the swings. Amelie also had her first trip on a rowing boat. She didn’t seem overly impressed, but at least she didn’t try jumping overboard.

Tomorrow we plan on going to Littleborough to the soft play area there. Carla has taken Amelie before and said it was very good. This will be after the doctors. What the next week has in store is anyone’s guess, but so long as Amelie is happy and well, I’m sure it’ll be great.