Amy and I went to visit Evan in hospital. As we walked into the children’s ward I could see her eyes goggle in amazement at all the toys and games scattered around the place.
We approached Evan’s bed and her gaze fell onto the sick bowl on the side table.
“Look!!†she exclaimed excitedly “They’ve even got cowboy hats in here!â€
I thought he was back home again! Bless him…hope he is well and home soon!
Cowboy hats…that is funny!
Bradley
The Egel Nest
He came home on Thursday but by Thursday night, Dan and I weren’t completely happy with his breathing and we rang the ward. He didn’t seem to improve after an hour of giving him his extra doses of inhaler so they said to bring him back.
Of course, by the time we got there, he was almost totally recovered so I felt a bit silly. It turns out it was more to do with his high temperature at the time, which came down after being out in the cold. Again, they just kept us in until the morning to be sure.
The nurses were nice and said it’s best not to take chances but I think we’ll wait a bit longer if it happens again.
He’s eating today and hasn’t got a temp, so well on the way to being back to normal.
At least she didn’t try it on! Temperatures are so stressful - so changeable at this age.
(Dudelet, incidentally, is now convinced that he’s about to throw up at least two or three times a day and insists on a bucket being bought to his bed first thing in the morning “Just in case”. Hopefully he’ll grow out of it.)