I am just about at the end of my tether.
It really takes a lot to break my spirit — or my sense of humour — but I feel that the mere dregs of my good nature are just about on their way out.
Given everything that I’ve been through over the last few years, my attitude towards the minor trials and tribulations of life has somewhat hardened. I approach things in a much more stoic way.
Plus smiling in the face of adversity gives you a huge feeling of empowerment and, after all, things will always get better.
But in the instance of this sickness bug, it’s been a week now — 7 days today in fact — and it doesn’t appear to be getting any better.
In fact, Bertie is unable to keep anything — even water — down today, so I’d go as far as to say that it’s actually getting worse.
I have finally succumbed and called the doctors surgery… since we’ve been a permanent fixture there over the last couple of weeks due to Cosmo’s eczema and Bertie’s recurring ear infection, I was trying to hold out as long as I could before calling them.
I am sitting here stressing about what will happen if he has to be hospitalised… the thought of him having to go on a drip (as nearly happened with my neighbour’s little boy, in the same situation) is filling my stomach with anxious knots and making my eyes well up at the very thought of it.
That said, if he continues to expel every morsel of food and liquid that is put into him, he will become really dehydrated and that’s exactly what will happen.
I love everything about being a mother but this inability to help my baby is getting me down. I feel really helpless and inadequate. I wish this bug would jog on and leave us all alone.
Dear Mr Sickness Bug,
I am serving you with an eviction notice.
You have 12 hours to collect your belongings and leave our home.
Do not stop to collect £200, do not pass go.
The Twinkles’ Mama