Today I was going to bore you senseless with tell you about a few more of my goals. But right now the only thing I care about is my 21-month-old son getting better.
He’s been off-colour since Tuesday (sore throat, runny nose, cough, lethargy—all the good stuff), and tonight we took him to the hospital with a temperature of 39.1 degrees. (And if you think that’s bad, it rose to 40.8 degrees before the Panadol and Nurofen finally got it under control.)
He’s much better now. He still has the cough, runny nose and sore throat, but the fever’s gone, and he seems a lot more like himself. Took a while to get him to sleep, but after being poked, prodded and having tubes shoved down his nose, who can blame him for being a bit restless?
This is one of the things I hate about being a parent–when there’s something wrong with them you can’t just kiss better. It’s even worse at this age because you can’t tell them everything’s going to be alright (though we do anyway). We just have to put our faith in the experts (and the medication they prescribe) and wait for them to get better.
Speaking of experts, I have to thank the staff at Brisbane’s Royal Children’s Hospital who were nothing short of fantastic. (I also have to thank whoever made it possible for our son to watch ‘Finding Nemo’ while we were there.)
Okay, time to go to bed while there’s still a chance. Who knows what kind of night we’ll be having.