Weekenduss horriblis.
Well, that was a pretty horrendous, tiring, and HORRENDOUS weekend.
The problem started about Tuesday last week, actually. Benjie was a bit grizzly, not quite his usual cheerful and cheeky self. By Wednesday, he just seemed miserable. It was obvious that he wasn't fully well, but it seemed like nothing worth worrying about.
Thursday was just terrible. We took him to the doctor, who decided that he had a temperature, but it wasn't anything serious. Just watch him, and if he is no better tomorrow, bring him back. Of course, by Friday, he seemed better. So, we didn't take him to the doctor again.
Friday night, we basically didn't have anything approaching a good night. He was awake until about 2am, and really unhappy with it. Then, he woke again at about 5am, and was just crying non-stop. Clearly, something was not right, so we took him to the out of ours clinic at the hospital, 8.30am Saturday. I was quite surprised that Dennis Taylor was now a doctor since retiring as a snooker player, but to be fair he knows his stuff. He referred us to the paediatrics department.
Where, they examined him, and noticed a rash that we hadn't noticed. The decision was made to treat him for meningitis.
Moments like that, you realise how it feels for the world to fall apart.
I mean, I don't EVER want to see my son's blood. Not even if it is going into a test tube so that he can be helped. Growing a culture over the next 48 hours to determine if my son has one of the worst diseases you have ever heard of, why can't they do that without puncturing a hole in the back of his hand?
Feeling so useless, I am not very good at it. All I could do was be strong for Jeni, which allowed me to feel strong myself.
We spent the whole weekend in the hospital. In one small room. Jeni stayed Satruday night, I stayed Sunday night, and Benjie barely left his bed for 72 hours. And, incredibly, he got better and better as the weekend went on. Thankfully, I don't know how much more I could have coped with.
Today, we came home. It is not meningitis, it is just some mystery virus. Benjie is now in his own bed, and seemingly sleeping soundly. Jeni and I seem to have developed some remnants of some kind of virus ourselves, which doesn't matter in the slightest. I would take every single bit of his pain and discomfort on, and bear the weight gladly. I have had a bit of a headache for the last couple of days, whilst Jeni is now full of cold.
So, life is back to normal, after a nasty and scary pitstop.
I have tons more to write, but I am simply too exhausted right now.
The problem started about Tuesday last week, actually. Benjie was a bit grizzly, not quite his usual cheerful and cheeky self. By Wednesday, he just seemed miserable. It was obvious that he wasn't fully well, but it seemed like nothing worth worrying about.
Thursday was just terrible. We took him to the doctor, who decided that he had a temperature, but it wasn't anything serious. Just watch him, and if he is no better tomorrow, bring him back. Of course, by Friday, he seemed better. So, we didn't take him to the doctor again.
Friday night, we basically didn't have anything approaching a good night. He was awake until about 2am, and really unhappy with it. Then, he woke again at about 5am, and was just crying non-stop. Clearly, something was not right, so we took him to the out of ours clinic at the hospital, 8.30am Saturday. I was quite surprised that Dennis Taylor was now a doctor since retiring as a snooker player, but to be fair he knows his stuff. He referred us to the paediatrics department.
Where, they examined him, and noticed a rash that we hadn't noticed. The decision was made to treat him for meningitis.
Moments like that, you realise how it feels for the world to fall apart.
I mean, I don't EVER want to see my son's blood. Not even if it is going into a test tube so that he can be helped. Growing a culture over the next 48 hours to determine if my son has one of the worst diseases you have ever heard of, why can't they do that without puncturing a hole in the back of his hand?
Feeling so useless, I am not very good at it. All I could do was be strong for Jeni, which allowed me to feel strong myself.
We spent the whole weekend in the hospital. In one small room. Jeni stayed Satruday night, I stayed Sunday night, and Benjie barely left his bed for 72 hours. And, incredibly, he got better and better as the weekend went on. Thankfully, I don't know how much more I could have coped with.
Today, we came home. It is not meningitis, it is just some mystery virus. Benjie is now in his own bed, and seemingly sleeping soundly. Jeni and I seem to have developed some remnants of some kind of virus ourselves, which doesn't matter in the slightest. I would take every single bit of his pain and discomfort on, and bear the weight gladly. I have had a bit of a headache for the last couple of days, whilst Jeni is now full of cold.
So, life is back to normal, after a nasty and scary pitstop.
I have tons more to write, but I am simply too exhausted right now.