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I am very fortunate that during Joshua’s lifetime, I have not been ill very often. There have only been an handful of occasions when I have had to take to my bed and leave the caring to somebody else and they have been with bad colds and stomach upsets only. We have had many hospital stays but Joshua has always been the patient, not me, thankfully as I am not sure how he would react to me in a hospital bed.

However I became ill last night: I developed stomach pains during the evening and at 10 pm Joshua was up out of bed, having had a seizure. I caught him on the landing and we sat on the top of the stairs for a while, before my husband helped him up and we both snuggled into his bed as I wanted to be sure that there were no more seizures on the way. I must have nodded off but when I woke up, I felt nauseous. I went downstairs to find an indigestion remedy then went back to my own bed, with a bucket beside me. I woke suddenly at 3.30 and had enough notice to get to the bathroom where I was sick and I returned there virtually every hour. I felt awful and knew that I was not going to work as planned.

We had already arranged for Yorkshire Grandma to come for Joshua at 8.30 so I hoped that he would stay in bed asleep until she arrived but he appeared at my bedside at 8.20. I was certain that I could cope with him for just ten minutes and knew that she would already be on her way. So we both gingerly came downstairs and  I prepared his weetabix and medication and set him up watching a DVD. We sat together in den and I gave him his cereal but he recognised that I was not my usual lively self in the morning, so I got a few smacks. We were both relieved when Yorkshire Grandma arrived and took over and I sloped back to bed where I slept until midday.

Caring for Joshua is a demanding, full time job and so I need to be feeling 100% to be able to be quick enough for him. I am hoping that my stomach upset is in response to something that I have eaten, rather than an infection, as I do not want Joshua to feel this way . Although I know he loves me, he is not tolerant of me being ill and rather than leaving me in peace to recover, he will pester me trying to understand what is going on and in his own way, trying to cheer me up. Lets hope this is a short burst and that I feel more human later but in the meantime, once again, thank you to Yorkshire Grandma for entertaining our son today.

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