- Waking up in a bit of daze after the third night in a row of interrupted sleep. Jesse came down with a vicious tummy bug on Wednesday evening and life has been one long blur of vomit, dirty nappies and cuddles on the sofa ever since.
- Eating an omelet for breakfast.
- Sipping tea.
- Taking a lengthy shower while Mr. LA comforted Jesse on the sofa.
- Trying to give Izzy some much needed attention.
- Indulging her daydreams about becoming a fashion designer by helping her seek out plenty of style inspiration. She flicked through my collection of Vogue magazines while I set up her very own pinterest board.
- Admiring my daughter’s good taste. She pinned plenty of Elie Saab and just a sprinkling of Dior.
- Gazing through the window at the fine dusting of snow that settled outside.
- Watching it disappear as the snowflakes turned to raindrops.
- Worrying about Jesse.
- Making carrot and coriander soup from scratch. It seemed like the only reasonable course of action on such a miserable day and with such a poorly child to feed.
- Trying to make some headway with the mountain of washing created by my child’s almost constant vomiting.
- Watching Jesse eat some soup and bread.
- Feeling deflated when the food came right back up again an hour or so later.
- Panicking when the little man went very floppy and became scarily unresponsive.
- Depositing Izzy with a neighbour before rushing up to A&E.
- Battling my serious hospital phobia.
- Feeling the anxiety rise up in my chest.
- Hugging Jesse a little tighter.
- Being rushed through triage and into resus.
- Trying to keep the images of my Dad in hospital out of my head.
- Loving Mr. LA just that little bit more as he leaned over and told me I was being very brave.
- Feeling relieved as the doctors and nurses tended to Jesse. They quickly ruled out septicaemia and reassured us that his vitals were good.
- Trying to persuade a sleepy toddler to drink.
- Waiting a very long time for Jesse to be seen by a paediatric specialist.
- Staring intently at my son as he slept.
- Walking over to the children’s ward in a bit of a daze just before midnight and with Jesse all bundled up in his blanket.
- Kissing Mr. LA goodnight and wishing he didn’t have to leave us there.
- Trying to get some sleep.
- Watching the nurse check Jesse’s vitals by torchlight.
- Climbing into bed with Jesse when he woke up.
- Smiling as he sat up in bed and ate some toast.
- Watching a lot of CBeebies and willing Jesse to feel better.
- Hugging Mr. LA and Izzy when they arrived to keep us company.
- Laughing at Izzy as she paraded round the room with an empty puke bowl on her head.
- Dozing with Jesse.
- Phoning my sister to say bon voyage. Last night she set off with her rucksack for the first stop on her epic journey round the world. I may not see her for 2 years. There were tears.
- Crying {again} as the nurses took some of Jesse’s blood for testing.
- Wanting to throw my arms round the doctor and give him a massive hug when he told us Jesse was well enough to go home. He’s still not 100% better but the sickness seems to have stopped and he’s slowly regaining his strength.
- Only realising how exhausted I was when we made it home. Must have been surviving on adrenalin.
- Bathing the children, helping them into clean pyjamas and tucking them into freshly made beds.
- Collapsing on the sofa with Mr. LA.
- Savouring a glass of wine.
- Eating a kebab! Not as scuzzy as it sounds… there’s an amazing Turkish fast food place locally to us that delivers what can only be described as the best kebabs I’ve ever tasted. I had mine with plenty of garlic sauce. Yum.
- Wishing I could order another weekend to recover from this one.
- Climbing into bed and falling asleep very, very quickly.
Loveaudrey xxx
Oh that sounds so awful, you poor thing 🙁
Glad little Jesse is starting to feel better, bugs really hit those poor little bodies so hard.
…and I have to say one random thing – what amazing eyelashes your son has!
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That’s not random, I think it all the time! He gets them from my Dad, women always used to compliment him on his lengthy lashes!
Thankfully, Jesse seems much better today. He’s still flaked out on the sofa but defintely moving towards full health again.
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You poor thing, what an awful weekend. I can’t imagine how worried it must make you when your little ones are unwell. Hope he gets better quick. xxx
It wasn’t fun, that’s for sure! All things considered though, there were plenty of children on that ward who were far more gravely ill than Jesse. I’m just glad he seems to be improving now.
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Backing up what Emma said amazing eyelashes x Poor little mite hope he’s feeling better xxx
Sending a lot of cuddles and best wishes to you and all of your family. I hope your little darling feels better soon and you get some pampering time! XxxX http://thesecondhandrose.blogspot.com/
Poor Jesse, and poor you two as well!
I cannot imagine how awful you must feel when your child is so ill and you don’t know what’s wrong or how to help him! So glad he is on the mend tho!
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I saw the picture of Jesse sat in that big hospital bed attempting to eat some toast, he looked so tiny 🙁
I can’t even imagine what you went through this weekend. I too have a terrible hospital phobia as it also reminds me of my dad…. I hope everything gets better for you and your lovely family very soon.
Kebabs, oh yummy. Dirty food at it’s best! 🙂 xxxx
I’m so glad Jesse is feeling a little better 🙂 I hope you’re recovering too- you must be absolutely exhausted!
xGretalRabbitx
What a weekend – Jesse has been having a right old time of it hasn’t he? Hugs and get better love to you all xxx
*cries* can’t stand when the kids are scary ill. I feel your helplessness. Thanks goodness he is on the mend now tho ((big hugs)) xxx
When your child is ill, nothing else matters and you just want to will them better again. Thank God he will soon be on the mend and even driving you crazy with noise and ‘bounce’. Hope you can get some time for you too soon. xxx
Aww, poor little man! Hope he’s feeling back to full health soon! You’ve had one hell of a weekend, just try and relax when you get a chance. And well done for being brave, getting in there and being there for Jesse, I can’t imagine what you went through.
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There is nothing like a bath,fresh pyjamas and then bed – sure the little ones felt a million miles better after a pretty horrible weekend. Hope Jesse is well on the road to recovery now!
Jem xXx