Ever noticed how things are less scary after first light?
Sure, your brother is still dead. Your daughter is still lying in a hospital bed. But when the sun comes up, things seem a little more manageable. Those first rays of light appear and it dawns on you that you might just be OK.
The Big Sister gave us an almighty fright in the early hours of Friday morning and I drove her to hospital. It’s the same 40kms that we drive to swimming lessons each week, but I barely recognised the road. She conveniently produced yet another bloody vomit as we walked through the doors into the Emergency Department and ensured we were immediately attended to. The team of medical professionals were friendly and did their upmost to make her comfortable. The cheeky little sod even found the energy to correct me and inform the Triage nurse that she is, in fact, six and a half.
Everything happened quickly after that, paediatric and gastroenterology specialists were woken and consulted. Decisions about the best place for her to be treated were made. All this help for my baby made me teary with gratefulness. (I told you the woman with the wild eyes and I are one and the same.)
The sun was just coming up as the Big Sister was wheeled out of Caloundra Hospital, it bathed her in a rosy hue as she was loaded into the ambulance for transfer to Nambour. She improved over the course of the day and we received a late night discharge later that night.
Being the Big Sister's mum has brought me so much joy. When you think about the big moments of parenting first steps, baptisms and birthdays come to mind. But tucking my tired daughter into her own bed on Friday night was my biggest, happiest moment so far.
That said, my tired body was pretty overjoyed not to see dawn in the following day.
ever had a sick kid?