Of how fragile life is
I haven't felt this tired since my boys were little years ago ( they are 9 and 11 now)
My 5 year old girl slept through the night at 6 weeks old and never looked back so that doesn't really count.
My 11 year old has asthma that flares up when he gets a cold.
He used to be in and out of hospital regularly, but as he has got bigger his airways seem to have coped better. Unfortunately this lulled me into thinking we were out of the woods.
I wasn't prepared for the onslaught last week.
He has struggled along with inhalers for a few weeks and finally we decided it wasn't getting any better and went to the doctor last Tuesday. It wasn't our usual Doctor, which meant he didn't want to listen to me because of course I am only Mum and am not a Doctor.
He refused to give him the prednisolone treatment which would have cleared his chest in a few days. He put him on antibiotics and sent us home.
Three troubled days and nights later my boy could not string 3 words together, walk up the stairs in one go, drink a drink without choking, or sleep for longer than 15 minutes.
He. Cannot. Breathe.
I phoned the surgery as soon as it opened and told the receptionist my child cannot breathe and needs a prescription today please.
She says she cannot get it to me until Monday - 3 days time.
Excuse me again?
I will not print my reply, but in my defence I was lacking in sleep, my child was unable to breathe and she was being incredibly stupid.
I did finally get past her and talk to my own GP who is superb , trusts me with the care of my son and faxed me the meds straight away .
So. Grateful. For. Him.
He saved us an unnecessary trip to hospital which is always distressing and unhelpful.
So my boy is now sleeping, still sounds like a train and I am watching him like a hawk , but I will get some sleep as I know the meds are working and he is breathing more easy now.
Tough week, but with recent events in the news, it is nothing in comparison and I just feel incredibly grateful that my kids are safe and with me.