Darby had a low-grade fever and a few hives on her skin last night. I thought she was having an allergic reaction to something.
This morning, there were still hives, but no fever. So I sent her to school. She called me when she got home, complaining that the hives had increased and were very itchy. A couple calls to the doctor yielded instructions to take Benadryl every six hours for a week, and to visit the office if the reaction didn't subside by then.
It wasn't until about 4:40, when I met up with her mom at Shelby's viola lesson that things started to come together. Her mom gets hives on occasion, and she pointed out that what Darby had was NOT hives. And that they might, in fact, be CHICKEN POX.
Ugh. How could this be? She was vaccinated in 1997, shouldn't she be immune?
A third call to the doctor's office got us an appointment for the morning and some seeds of doubt with regard to the effectiveness of the so-called vaccine. Apparently, as of this year, kindergarten-aged children are being required to take a second shot, telling me the shot is not as effective as I had assumed.
Darby is miserable. Her condition is deteriorating and we've separated the kids (Shelby went home with mom) until we know for sure what's going on. The fact that her mom has never had the chicken pox further complicates things. I can already tell we've got an unpleasant weekend ahead of us.
Did I mention that Shelby's birthday party is tomorrow?
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