I’ve just realised I can’t write this post as I intended. It’s too difficult and I’m wrung out.
In a nutshell, the 18-month-old has spent most of his time since Thursday afternoon in hospital. That night he was observed for suspected meningitis. On Friday he came home with a drip in his arm. On Saturday we took him in for a second drip of antibiotics, and all his tests were clear. This morning his face, for no real reason, went blue: so we rushed him back again. No-one’s quite sure what’s been going wrong, but - thankfully - he is now pretty much back to normal.
Three days ago, as I saw his rash spread and still refuse to blanch, I caught a glimpse of his death. It was the cruellest thing I’ve seen.
On the plus side, after the boy’s tests came back clear on Saturday morning, I dashed up to Lincolnshire on the train and saw one of my oldest friends get married. She looked superb, and I bumped into some people I know and like, and met some wonderful new ones too.
If they, and you, can avoid rashes, vomiting and going blue - for about the next 60 years if possible - then I’ll be a whole lot happier.
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Phew. Very, very scary. Sometimes I’m quite grateful not to be a parent - so glad he’s alright.
How awful for the three of you. I can’t imagine the fright.
Glad he’s better, though it’d be nice if the doctor could tell you what happened.
August
Oh, Ben, how awful. I’m so glad he’s perked up.
Blue is not my colour so I’ve no intention of turning that shade.
Puss
Oh, bloody (as a Czech mate of mine used to say - maybe he knew the origin of the oath, he was a Catholic after all).
What a nasty shock. Glad that things seem to got better, at least.
blimey - i can only imagine how you must have felt. thanks heavens it seems to be all right now. big hugs to you all. x
Ben, how scary. I hope you manage to work out what was going on with him. Blue would match my car, but I think I’ll try to avoid it…
I’m glad to hear the Boy’s much better and doesn’t cause any more trouble till his crashing your car at 14 or sommat.
Oh Lord. Well you’re not really a parent till you’ve seen that, Ben. Nasty ahnd terrible as that is. I hope you had a bottle of gin in the house.
Only last week, on my birthday, we regaled ourselves throughout an entire lunch at Yum Yums with the story of all the blood that remained splattered on the walls, stairwell and ceiling when we got back from having my oldest kid’s finger stitched back together, after he put it through his bike chain when he was eight! It was Billericay and plastic surgery on that occasion…
Seriously, I am glad everything’s fine, I know how these things feel.
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