I am hovering somewhere between the land of nod and the world of sheer exhaustion. Luckily for me my valentines date is right with me riding the wave of knackeredness.
Day two on the ward was trickier than day one. For some reason I spent the last month scared to death about surgery and worried sick about BB’s spica cast but forgot to panic about the hospital stay and the bit in-between where BB would transform from a wobbly picture of health into a really poorly little lady.
Today has involved me losing on numerous occasions to he who helped create them at gin rummy, a girl with a high temperature, some possible epileptic seizures, and an breastfeeding incident which may have involved me dangling my boob into a cot whilst singing the theme tune to ‘in the night garden.’
And the fun doesn’t stop here, we are just waiting on blood results to see if BB needs a blood transfusion in the night as we can’t get her heart to stop pounding.
But on the bright side, twin boy and girl love the hospital. They have discovered the people named ‘play specialists’ who have become their new 121 carers for half term. Also twin boy, ever the gallant soul, gracefully offered to take BB’s place in the cast once he realised that she was allowed to watch CBeebies all day in bed without being yelled at once.
But day two is done, and I got a card with a heart on it, and I got to spent all day with the chap I love, and I learnt how to change a nappy in a spica cast…
There are so many poorly children here, you can’t help but feel grateful that our trauma should be over in three months, for others this seems to be their reality, for us we hope for it to never be the norm.
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