In four hours time forty sets of parents are bringing their five year old off springs to my care. Twin boy and twin girl are celebrating in style and are having a funky cool (their words) disco for their fifth birthday.
Before the party starts I quickly have to build an extension to accommodate the excess of toys we already unwrapped yesterday and I need to butter a few thousand sandwiches and I need to regain my sanity and emotions as for the second time this week I find myself blogging from the children’s ward.
Beautiful baby is determined to give me a heart attack before she turns one as she had two more seizures this morning.
My beautiful lovely girl is being poked and bled and I can’t help her. I am utterly useless by her side and spooked to bits about what these seizures mean.
Fear of unknown is horrid, my brain is stir fried mixed with what if she is.. and cheese sandwiches plus jam should be fine. I hope I can un scramble myself enough to not lose anyone’s child whilst he who helped create them keeps my ward chair warm.
Wish me luck and keep all crossed for Libby-Sue.