Straight from the nursery to the doctor’s - thank god they’re receptive at our Surgery and will take a patient with literally 5 minute’s notice.
Amoxycillin, Prednisalone, Singulair, Calpol; I remarked to a friend that they sound like cities in a science fiction novel. Well, they actually sound not much fun and I can hear Mouse hacking away upstairs - he’s asleep now though. Now we bite our nails till the morning. Or as close to the morning as we’re allowed to get.
There’s an uneasy and selfish dichotomy - my sleep vs his comfort. The comfort always wins, but depending on my resilience, my sleep doesn’t give in without a fight. His needs are 10 x more important than my own, except in my head. Practically speaking, there’s no contest. But in my head, I’m ever so, ever so, ever so slightly selfish. And then I feel bad.
If you weren’t ever so, ever so, ever so slightly selfish, you’d be a wreck by now and no good to anyone. Vital to keep the sleep maximised
Too true, and I wish I’d been able to put my head under my pillow and ignore him last night- up 4 times! Poor little fellow can’t stop coughing.