Chaos, with a bit of excitement thrown in, mixed up with a spoonful of hyperactivity and you get twin boy’s mood at school pick up today. Hard enough to handle on a normal day but when you are en route to hospital its a bloody nightmare.
BB had her longest fit to date today which was rather scary (sense my radical understatement here). I am clearly super mum as I dealt with it remarkably well, although I had tremendous support from my girlfriend who had popped over for tea.
I dealt with the seizure so well I decided an ambulance was a bit overkill for this occasion and thought I would nip to school, pick up the twins and then drive to casualty to get baby beautiful checked out.
However bb had other plans; slightly put out by my refusal to get her favourite flashing blue lights mode of transport she literally threw a second fit in the car ensuring 999 was dialled. Subsequently twin boy and girl were yanked off the football pitch at school with mummy doing a rather marvellous impression of a fish wife screeching…
” Get your coat, shoes, book bag, lunch box, now!”
Delightful twin girl conformed beautifully, calmly excited that she was going in an ambulance leaving twin boy to show his enthusiasm in a different way.
Whilst I jiggled a post seizure shouting baby on one hip, twin boy leapt from bench to table to chair nee nawing like a mad man. As I clambered behind him chanting “stop no don’t” it only served to add fuel to his tank as he put his foot on the accelerator and drove faster around the class room.
As we waited for the ambulance he proceeded to ‘mimic’ his sister fitting; highly inappropriate but on a childish level really quite funny (this is written in retrospect – at the time I could have drop kicked him to South Korea)
When the paramedics arrived he managed to empty their bags in seconds and then assumed the role of Doctor Blackmore examining anyone within reach. And let me remind you that his baby sister was yelling this whole time making the whole event a whirlpool of stress.
After 5 minutes of this one paramedic looked at me and asked ‘is there anyone who can take him?’.
Notice his use of words; he said ‘him’ not ‘the twins’ not ‘them’ just ‘him’.
Terrified he was about to miss his first ride in an ambulance twin boy suddenly sedated himself into a virtually normal lad whilst I made provisions for the pair to be dropped off by the ambulance at a friends house.
Once in the ambulance the Tasmanian devil that is my son set off once more. Fingering every button, yelling ‘999 emergency’ at any passer by and chanting nee naw in a sulk as they refused to flash the lights.
Apparently the little bugger was perfectly behaved for my friend! As was twin girl of course.
Just another day…..
(Bb is doing well by the way we are staying in overnight for observation and free breakfast)
Did I mention I am running a marathon this year, at some point between hospital trips, school runs and doing the washing I hope to be able to train for it. I am raising money for a great charity; check out who and why here: www.justgiving.com/jane-blackmore