My younger daughter (probably around a year) got chicken pox while I was in grad school. We would dust her with cornstarch, calm her down, get her to sleep, go to bed -- and then she would wail. Twonights of this. Very little sleep.
Third night. Same thing. I picked her up, carried heer down to the kitchen (2 story apt), got a bottle of scotch, poured a teaspoon full, put it in her mouth, tipped the spoon. She went gah or something; her eyes glazed; I put her to bed. We slept that night.
Carrol