Well I'm back, hope u all missed me. It's been quite a while since my last blog. Lots of things have been happening, the most frightning was having my lil baby in hospital for a few weeks.
I guess like any mum you know when something is not right with your baby. He started with a runny nose and a bit of temp, which turned into one very sick lil boy in just a matter of hours I took him back to the doctor who immediatly sent us straight to hospital. I have to hand it the staff at the Royal Childrens Hospital, they were great. We were seen straight away and every test they could do was done. We got admitted to a ward that night and that's where we stayed for 11 days.
When the results came back it turned out my baby had a strand of bacterial meningitis as well as some other virus that is transmitted by adults and they don't even know, i don't know all the fancy names for it, all i know is that i've never been so worried in my life (Moral of the story: WASH YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS PEOPLE). After countless tests they decide to keep him in for a week or two to make sure all that could be done was being done IV antibiotics, scans, xrays and every hour they would come and flash a torch in his eye. The worst thing was he's so little and every time he saw a nurse he knew that they were there to take blood or check his drip or to do his obs. I don't think i've ever felt more helpless in my life. The nurses were lovely, they would all do their best to make him comfortable and to try to make him smile. Their main worry was that it's very hard to keep a drip positioned anywhere on a toddler, in his time there he had two in his hand one in his foot and the last one was in the inside of his elbow, not at all enjoyable for him.
I don't think i would have made it if it weren't for the constant support and wonderful thoughts that we had from everyone, (the flowers and teddy were from my work who were great through the whole thing), it made being stuck in isolation just that little bit more bearable.
The good news is he's almost back to normal, when I say almost I mean he's not as steady as he was on his feet and he thinks the whole world revolves around him. The steadiness , the doctors say will come back with time, but the constant craving of attention is the tough one to get around, I mean how do you wean a kid of his mummy's hugs? I thought I would also throw in picture of the world class cuisine that was served to us in there, and no that is not cat food, cat mince maybe but not cat food.
So any ways back to the real world now....