I’ve been putting it off, writing this post; I should have written it weeks ago but somehow seeing it in black and white made it all the more real. Today Boo’s being admitted to the Royal Free Hospital ready for an operation tomorrow morning. It’s no secret that she’s had a fair few health hurdles many of which we think our down to her being premature although no one is sure, and that’s the problem – how do you treat something when there’s no certainty as to what it is.
Understandably Boo isn’t too keen on doctors especially as she’s had more blood tests than a toddler’s had hot meals! So I got a couple of books that help explain in the voice of Peppa Pig and she seems a little less scared plus she’s excited to compare stethoscopes with her consultant – lucky man!
My bag and her Trunki are packed (Jeez – who knew they could hold so much stuff!!!), we’ve got the postcode ready for the satnav (it’s not our local hospital) yet deep down I feel as ready as I don’t know what, I’m just not ready. I know thousands of children a year have an anesthetic and they’re fine, is this just mummy panic, am I normal? I think going back to a hospital reminds me of when she was born and all the panic, fear and worst of all uncertainty.
Like I’ve always said I’m blessed to have a beautiful, happy daughter who has a few health hurdles and the quicker we get it sorted the better, so time to shake my doubt off and crack on with supporting Boo over the next 36 hours.
Taking full advantage of Mummy’s bed!
Boo on the other hand thinks it’s great that she was allowed to sleep in Mummy’s bed last night!
xxxxxxxxxxx we are there with you babe
Our love and prayers are with you two.