Baby Elliot actually seems well at the moment, touch wood (and whatever other superstitious comments will stop him from immediately becoming ill just because I have tempted fate and said this). We have gone through three chest infections and one ear infection over the last 2 months, with three last minutes dashes to the hospital or docs because his temperature hit the ceiling.
Well for a change Alex is taking a turn to be ill, and is currently worrying me silly. You know that lovely parent guilt, when you wonder if you should have spotted something sooner. The joy of being a parent, I don't think I remember a time of feeling guilt free.
She started out a week or so ago with a sore throat and a bit of a cold. I would certainly not have described her as ill, more worn out and a bit under the weather. Today she has seemed even more funky and has really been suffering with her throat, poorly little lady.
As you can imagine we have had a very busy few days, with the usual Santa visits, family meet ups and last minute rushes to get ready for the big day. Today we spent the day with my slightly bonkers baby brother ( when I say baby he is actually well over 30 now). Then we headed home to set up Santa's snack and the reindeers fuel to keep them going on their very long journey. After helping her brother to set up some booby traps the three bigger ones settled to sleep all in their big brothers attic room.
All seemed well until 10 when we heard an awful hacking cough and Alex crying from the top of the stairs. Laying down had obviously made her breathing worse and she was really struggling to catch her breath:
Step one cuddles and sitting in the steam filled bathroom with daddy
Step two every drug and vapour rub possible
Step three take her temperature ( blimey its shot up to 39.5)
Step four have a look at the NHS Direct online guide, which suggested an ambulance. Freak out time, but I am not the type of mum to call an ambulance, so instead we phoned the on call doctor service.
Step five after an hour wait the doctor called us and without asking any questions asked us to take her straight up to be checked over.
I am not a natural panic merchant, in fact I am usually very calm and collected, but with the worry about whopping cough or pneumonia I am now sitting her blogging trying to distract myself from the worry. Her dad has headed to the hospital with the promise to call as soon as he knows anything at all.
Fingers crossed, lets just hope its a little virus that will quickly piss off and leave her alone.
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