8 December 2015

I need to be an octopus

It is that time of year when everything seems to ramp up a gear and I find time running away with me and that there is so much to do yet I am not getting very much done! This week has been the worst one yet, there are a few elusive christmas presents still to find (I searched for 3 hours the other night every site I could think of for a pair of midnight blue earrings that Nanny had asked if I could get her for her birthday - no luck and again a couple of hours last night for a particular branded jumper she saw recently but can I find it in the colour she liked- no- arrrgh).

Then there is the usual hullabaloo, after school clubs, christmas fayres, raffle tickets to sell, christmas parties, Little 1's school play, Little 2's preschool christmas afternoon, and that is just for the Little Ones. I am also thinking about Nanny's birthday, Christmas decorations still to put up, presents to wrap and cards to write and a whole host of other things before I even attempt to tackle the laundry pile, ironing basket and what to cook for dinner.

Last week was particularly long, after failing to find the gifts I wanted for Nanny online, I opted to go for some of the simpler bits off her birthday/christmas list and leave the other bits for christmas, so I headed to the massive Tesco near us. Do you think I could get what I wanted there, nope, whoever heard of a Tesco that didn't sell dark choc mint cremes? I ended up getting nothing for Nanny and bought a gorgeous winter themed outfit in the sale for a christmas gift for Little 3 but after measuring it against some of his clothes when we got home despite him being 8.5 months and me buying 9-12 it was almost too short (he has a long body and long legs) not going to fit until spring then, cue another trip to swap it for a bigger one before they sold out- it was raining and the customer service queue was massive- argh. Talk about wasting time when I had so much to do and had spent hours not getting any further on my to do list.


My little king in her play
Then Little 3 got sick, he has had cold after cold since the girls went back to school in September but has fought them all off apart from having a little cough every morning for the past few weeks. He had a virus the other week caught from Little 2 which took him well over a week to get over (and yes I caught it too!) and then this week his cough got worse and he developed another cold, this time I knew he wasn't well, he was wheezing and coughing a lot as well as having a bit of a temperature. 

Our doctors have a system where you have to ring in the morning to get an appointment that day which sounds great but you simply can not get through and by the time you do there are no appointments left! So rather than hang on the phone for hours whilst trying to get the girls ready for school and then navigate the school run with a pushchair in one hand and a phone in the other I got the girls ready for school super fast and marched the Little Ones round to the doctors at 8.20am (it is only a couple of minutes from us) to get Little 3 an appointment before walking to school, check me out!

We saw a nurse who gave him 3 different inhalers, one steroid one and 2 different reliever ones to ease his breathing to use throughout the day as she said he was breathing a bit fast, making an effort to do so and was really wheezy but said his chest sounded clear so no infection. Holding a writhing 8 month old down whilst trying to keep a face mask onto his face, stop him from pulling it off with his hands and then managing to press the inhaler button at the same time is no mean feat I can tell you, I really did need to be an octopus, at least he was breathing the stuff in while he was screaming. I only had to do it about 10 times that day, the poor thing!

Later on he got worse, although his wheezing had improved thanks to the inhalers, his temperature shot up and I couldn't get it to come down. I rang and spoke to the same nurse again but was fobbed off with the ol' double dose with paracetamol and ibuprofen line (even though that was what I was doing anyway), did I have the number for out of hours if he got worse overnight (Yes, I did) and to ring in the morning if I was still concerned- so we made it through the night with a baby alternating between boiling up and being drenched in a cold sweat- no one got much sleep. 

Needless to say we marched back around to the doctors before the school run for the second day running (Little 1 and 2 were amazing at getting ready) and nabbed the first appointment, by 9.05 Little 3 was on antibiotics for a chest infection after being seen by both the nurse and a doctor. Apparently even though she had told me the day before that he didn't have an infection she actually couldn't hear his chest properly because of the wheezing so why on earth when I rang back that evening and said his wheezing had improved hadn't she seen him again to double check??


Feeling much better and eating again

It has been a week since this all happened (it has taken me this long to find the time to write this post in short bursts!) after 2 days of trips to the doctors and nursing a poorly Little 3 and all the other bits that have been going on in the mean time (we've seen Little 1's Christmas play and attended her Rainbows carol concert), I still haven't got any further with my to do list and I desperately need to tackle the ironing pile mountain! I really do need an extra pair of hands or eight!!


2 comments:

  1. and I thought things were bad for me! Rosie said to me earlier it would be really good if you had extra arms coming out of your back mummy...she couldn't have been more right! Little 1 looks lovely as a king and hope that little 3 is feeling much better xxx

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  2. Thanks Karen, yes it was all a couple of weeks ago now and we are almost back to normal, school breaks up tomorrow so all the parties and plays are over, we are pretty sorted for Christmas too, phew not long until I can have a break x

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