Childhood Illnesses

There are may reasons I chose to write about childhood illnesses. I watched a TV programme this evening which featured some colleagues who have a very seriously ill daughter. They spend their every waking moment caring for their daughter and raising money to send her to America for treatment. As well as both holding down full-time jobs. (Donate some money here, please – http://isabellasfund.co.uk)

Another reason is that MiniM is ill. She has a chest infection, and has been up to my bedroom a couple of times already tonight. The first time she came up because she had a nightmare. She doesn’t often have nightmares, usually only when she has a temperature. So when she has nightmares, I know she’s not well.

Sometimes, her nightmares are funny to us adults, but we know they are real for her. It is terrible to listen to those sobs as she explained what terrible thing had happened to her. In this case it was a train that had taken her away. A train?

The nightmares were dealt with by a Daddycuddle, with me making sure she was fully awake and aware of her surroundings. I find that she rarely slips back into her nightmare that way. She was then tucked back into bed with a Moshi Monster in each hand to guard off any more nightmares.

It worked……well, for a couple of hours. And then she presented herself at my bedside.

“Daddy, the Moshi Monsters aren’t working”

I had obviously given her the wrong ones, or the ones I had given her were not working. So I took her back to her bed, and we had a cuddle before I tucked her in.

As she drifted off to sleep again, I sat in her bedroom and listened to her wheezing and coughing, it really struck me how vulnerable children are.

Any parent who listens to their child struggle to get to sleep because they are ill, will know that feeling of worry. You always think the worst in the wee small dark hours of the morning.

I sat in her bedroom, holding her hand and stroking it gently, while she lay and wheezed and coughed. After one bad bout of coughing, she looked at me, gave my hand a squeeze and told me that she was ok and asked if could she go to Brownies.

Kids put things into perspective for you. Don’t worry about that. They know what’s important. Brownies.

And I thought about Isabella and her parents, and other parents with seriously ill children. How do they manage to keep going? What Moshi Monsters do they take to bed to ward off their nightmares?

It put my fears into context, and I gave thanks for what I have, and for the health MiniM enjoys. MiniM will make a full recovery from her infection.

And Ellie’s Moshi Monsters are being returned to the shop. They were obviously faulty!

 

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