Although the twins are pretty healthy little boys and they never had anything major, we occasionally have a fever (or two) to deal with. In my household we follow a very simple plan:
Cool – take all clothes off and see if it works
Cuddles – we have reached 10 episodes of Thomas & Friends in a row once!
Calpol – when it all fails, there’s always paracetamol
A few weeks ago one of my colleagues was telling me about feeling his son kicking for the first time. That brought me right back! He confessed how what worries him the most is the fact that he won’t know what to do if (or when) the baby becomes ill. On the spot I told him not to worry and that lots of help and support is always available, but the more I think about it, the more I found that I was wrong. He will worry about it and that will make him take the right decisions. Do I need to call a doctor? Do I need to give him some more milk? Babies cannot talk and they cannot tell you if it hurts or where it hurts, they can only cry. It’s very frustrating of course, but it’s also empowering. You are in charge. You make the decision!
You also make the mistakes…
1) Driving to the doctor with a very unhappy, sick and feverish boy… and seeing him improve and cool down in the waiting room. The doctor told me he had never seen such a healthy toddler in his life!
2) Wake up in the middle of the night with a crying child and after 20 minutes of uninterrupted scream, give him some medicine (just in case)… to then find out all he wanted was food and proceed to feed him 8 biscuits and a cup of milk.
3) Be absolutely convinced that those small spots on my feverish child were mosquito bites… to then find out he had had Chicken Pox and we didn’t notice!
4) Sending one child to nursery despite being sick at breakfast and hoping for the best… and being called 2 hours later to pick up the other one for being sick!
5) Rushing B indoors after falling in the garden, to wash his leg and clean his wound. Worrying about bacteria and infections… to then find out that all you need is a plaster. Of course, he is a toddler he forgets anything within 3 seconds and loves plasters!
Despite all the mistakes, the most important thing is that they survived 23 months and they will survive 23 more. After that I hope they will be able to tell me where it hurts or at least if it hurts.