I haven’t spent a full night awake since the boys were much younger. Now the only reason to be awake in the middle of the night is an illness, but God invented Calpol for it (or maybe it was a scientist?!). What do you do when Calpol AND Ibuprofen don’t work? You sing…
At the age of two there’s nothing as powerful as your mum’s voice. If she sings she can cure almost anything! The atrocious pain which makes a little boy scream and scream and scream, can be taken away by the magic of mum’s voice. The beauty of this is that, not only the little boy will feel better, but mummy will feel a hero. A superhero, in fact!
Unfortunately mums don’t run on batteries so after 7 hours of on/off singing (instead of sleeping), they have to go to bed. Grandad is here to take over, but he doesn’t have mummy’s magic power so he will have to go back to basics: ibuprofen and TV. Good luck grandad…
Mummy is going to sleep!
I waited a while to write this story because I was waiting for a verdict and the FULL investigation to close, but I can now share the full extend of what it might seem like an episode of a TV series, but it’s actually what really happened at the boys’ nursery a while ago.
One day my husband was called into the manager’s office and asked to sit down. “I have something to discussed about B” the nursery manager said. My poor husband was already tired from a long day at work and about to have dinner with the twins without mummy. He really didn’t have time for this, but he kept listening, wondering who had B bitten that day and why it was so important today. To his enormous surprise B hadn’t bitten anyone, but apparently he had been the victim of child mistreatment. Child services were called and a full investigation was taking place. “As his parent we thought you should be aware and for your peace of mind we have suspended the member of staff involved in the incident” concluded the nursery manager. My husband’s jaw dropped inadvertently.
What really happened is that someone woke up B by splashing his face with a couple of drops of water. THAT’S ALL!
I can only imagine how B would have reacted to that and I feel I should have apologised to the staff member… sending an Italian child to an English nursery, what was I thinking?! I bet he screamed the place down!
I personally believe the nursery went a little over the top this time, but child safety do come first and I’m glad my boys are in a super safe environment.
Last week I finally had a ride in an ambulance. That’s one thing off my bucket list, I guess. It was also the same day I saw my poor little boy shaking uncontrollably and foaming from his mouth. Not something off anyone list of things to experience! Not something I would like to experience again!
T had a febrile seizure, so we called an ambulance and took him to the hospital to get him checked out. The wait for the ambulance was an astonishing 40 minutes, which felt more like 40 years. I probably stopped breathing for the entire time. Once the paramedics were there I started to feel a little better. They didn’t seem worried. They told me they saw lots of these episodes and that it was a good idea to get him to a doctor, but there was no rush. I started to breath again.
The ride to the hospital, a interminable 45 minutes, was sooooooo long but it gave me the time to calm down, assess the situation and clear my head. By the time we got to the hospital I was so confident that T was going to be alright that I could actually walk without my legs shaking!
Fortunately my husband came with me so we could recall what happened together. Things happened so quickly it was difficult to give the nurse all the details without being confused. After checking in we had to wait for a doctor, but T was fast asleep so we had time to talk to each other. Breathe. Drink some water. Sit down.
Things were getting back to normal…
Then a student doctor came in and asked “So, how’s little B?” I looked at my husband, he looked at me. We were both puzzled. “We really hope he is well. He is at home with the grandparents.” Isn’t he? Was there a second ambulance with our child following us and we didn’t know? The student doctor looked very confused.
We were back in the world of twins… completely interchangeable to strangers, very special to their own parents!