This weekend we had lots of plans. There was a great village
festival going on where we live, where the whole community comes together once
a year, with food and drink stalls, bouncy castles, games, music, dance and
lots of other activities, as well as fireworks at night to finish off the day.
And because it was also Alex’s birthday weekend, we had
planned to throw him a little birthday picnic with a couple of our friends and
their kids. It was meant to be an action packed weekend full of fun. I’m not
even going to mention the great, outdoorsy photo opportunities – especially, for once, of
the four of us together – I was envisaging *such a blogger cliché, right?*.
Unfortunately, we had to cancel it all, because Alex got ill - again.
When we picked him up from nursery on Friday evening, he was
already flushed with a high temperature and looked quite sedated, not the usual
chirpy little boy who instantly comes crawling to us, giggling and bouncing
because he’s seen his Mummy and Daddy. He just sat there, looking very
sorrowful and languid.
We took him home and gave him our trusted Calpol, and after
an epic puke which went literally everywhere, he went to bed, only to be waking
and tossing and turning a lot throughout the night, with a high temperature.
On Saturday he got rapidly worse, and all day he was vegged
out, mostly on me, drifting in and out of sleep every half an hour or so, and his
temperature remained on a consistent 39.8 degrees, even though I was giving him
alternating Paracetamol and Ibuprofen, and he had bad diarrhoea.
He was bright
red all over, literally boiling up, and he developed a rash on his chest and
belly throughout the afternoon. We rang the out of hours doctors, but by the
time they rang back, we decided it was too late to drag him out into a clinic and that he would probably be better off sleeping.
We had quite a rough night though, and I took him to the doctors
this morning, who confirmed that he has a nasty virus and that his little body
is doing its best to fight it. I’m supposed to give him a higher dose of Paracetamol and lots of fluids, but apart from that, there isn’t much that we
can do for him.
I feel really sorry for him. He’s only just got over the
illness last week. He’s otherwise such a bouncy and chunky and healthy boy, I
don’t know why he is so prone to picking up every virus going.
It’s really a
case of “pass the bug” in our house at the moment. It’s a week when I’ve been
feeling rough and ropey, too, having been diagnosed with two separate
infections and been given a double dose of antibiotics to take, so it’s been
all far from fun. And it’s always when I’m either on deadline at work, or it’s the
weekend – there’s a pattern emerging there!
Anyway, I digress. I can’t say that I’m not gutted about
cancelling his party. I had been planning it for weeks, it was supposed to be a
cute pirate theme, and the weather was actually glorious all day, too, and it would
have been the perfect day for a picnic. Not to mention the amount of party food
I bought!
Nevermind, I guess that’s life with kids. We’ll have to
reschedule his picnic and make the most of his actual birthday this week.
Hopefully he’ll feel better then.
And we’ll be munching a ton of party food for the next few
days. Mini sausage rolls for dinner, anyone?
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