So, rashes weird me out. They always have. My dad tells stories of my waking them up in the middle of the night because I was afraid I had a rash. I remember trying to cover my exposed skin in the bathrooms at our church built in the 70s, because the tiles on the walls looked like they had a rash. I worried my skin would want to look like the tiles. I know I'm odd. I'm over the tile thing.
All my kids except Richard got a fever for a couple of days. He was always fine. Audrey only got the fever. However, when this popped up on my kid's legs, I was a bit disturbed. Peter's legs looked HORRIBLE. He had a few on his fingers as well. Marie had a few scattered lesions behind her knees and on her inner, upper thighs. Thomas was scant, but they were scattered on his arms, legs and face. The presentation was so different, but I figured it had to be related since they all had the fever and then got some kind of rash.
Being the child of a doctor, I had no desire to actually bring my children to a doctor. So, I took pictures and e-mailed them to him. We also did a google plus chat so my dad could see the rash. I was worried that somehow the chicken pox vaccination hadn't worked. However, the rash stayed off the trunk which is where chicken pox typically is the worst.
We finally just quit worrying about it. Then, a week or so later, I found out that my niece, who had stayed at our house for a couple of days (and left the same day Marie first got her fever), also got a rash. However, she had the text book presentation of
hand, foot, and mouth disease. So, the reason Richard didn't get sick, is because he had the disease when he was about a year old. Case solved. Nasty rash is healed.