well, that was fun. On the other hand never was Paediatric First Aid training put to use so speedily
Last night, washed up in A&E like shipwrecked people. Holding on to our son's burning body, inhabiting a narrow bed like it was a raft.
The beginning was harrowing. Negotiating the hospital corridors with my burning-wheezing child, his face streaming with snot and tears. He hated everything - people who tried to measure his temperature or his pulse, the nebuliser most of all. It took all my strength to hold him while he manfully struggled and thrashed and cried and cried and most heartbreakingly of all started doing piteous baby babbling.
But then things got better and then the adrenaline ran out and I stopped being AllPowerfulFierceMother and the tiredness hit and swept me under like a wave.
Today things are much better. He seems perkier and friendlier, interested in food and play. He still sounds distinctly seal-like although at least Z and I have taught him to clap while going 'Arr Arrr'. Step 2: teaching him how to balance a colourful ball on his nose.
The beginning was harrowing. Negotiating the hospital corridors with my burning-wheezing child, his face streaming with snot and tears. He hated everything - people who tried to measure his temperature or his pulse, the nebuliser most of all. It took all my strength to hold him while he manfully struggled and thrashed and cried and cried and most heartbreakingly of all started doing piteous baby babbling.
But then things got better and then the adrenaline ran out and I stopped being AllPowerfulFierceMother and the tiredness hit and swept me under like a wave.
Today things are much better. He seems perkier and friendlier, interested in food and play. He still sounds distinctly seal-like although at least Z and I have taught him to clap while going 'Arr Arrr'. Step 2: teaching him how to balance a colourful ball on his nose.