This week has firmly cemented us as parents, in our minds. That may sound silly to some, as we’ve been parents for nearly a year and a half. But having to repetitively say “Hi I’m M’s mum” lead us both to remark how much more we felt like parents. This week took us to the place you probably only ever want to be with your child when introducing them to the world.
M had been limping after what we thought was a fall or knock he had, due to his rough and tumble nature. But after a visit to A & E last weekend where we were told he was fine, we thought it was something that had passed. Until Tuesday afternoon when C rang me up at work to say that M wouldn’t get out of his pushchair to walk. Which is incredibly unusual for M as he is always running around at full speed. The next phone call I received from C, told me something wasn’t right. M had a high temperature and they were at A & E waiting for an X-Ray. Nothing prepares you for that moment, the moment you realise you are over 30 mins drive away from your wife and son who need you and you’re at work without the car.
Thankfully my parents came to my rescue and my boss very kindly let me leave to join C in the awful wait to discover what was wrong with M. As they were unsure if M had an infection in his hip or not, he was admitted to wait for a visit to theatre. On day two of his stay I was lucky enough to stay all day in the hospital, I say lucky, seeing my little man as poorly as he was, wasn’t something I would wish to see again. Our positivity was boosted by our twitter and instagram followers as we read the messages wishing well to him. Many still don’t get social media, but when you are stuck somewhere like the hospital, a simple tweet from someone gives you so much hope.
M was taken down to theatre by C for his hip fluid to be aspirated to check for infection. She was so brave, as nothing prepares you for the moment the little person you love so much goes suddenly limp in your arms as they are given a general anesthetic. Luckily there was no infection present and M was bought back to the ward, where he slept for several hours. On waking, he was like he was back to his original self, running round the playroom, squealing in delight at the toys and laughing. It was the best feeling ever.
M was discharged from hospital and taken off all antibiotics as they think they did the trick on whatever mystery illness was making him so poorly. Nothing prepares you for the huge weight that gets lifted when you hear those words “he’s going home!”.