A&E xxx

My goodness, it’s been a busy few weeks! It would be easy to focus on the bad stuff, but you don’t want to hear about that! I just reminded myself of Chris Tarrant on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire,

“Here I have a cheque for £10,000, but you don’t want that!”

I’ll be the judge of that thanks Chris, I’d take a cheque for a tenner and a Mars Bar!

Anyway, I seem to have digressed.

I was getting the Twinkles ready for bed last Friday evening, everything was lovely and then suddenly calamity hit when Ollie decided to lick the case of his novelty lights and it turned out to be battery acid, barely visible to the eye, but sticky to the touch.

He jumped up and grabbed his mouth and started running round the room and spitting.

It is fair to see that our little Ollie is a drama Queen and oh so wonderful at theatrics so I didn’t take it too seriously to begin with, might have even asked him to stop spitting on the bedroom floor, well it is a little uncouth.

I looked at the battery case and couldn’t see anything, I looked at his mouth and noticed it was a little red, but the room was dark on account of the fact my kebab had arrived and I was trying to get them to sleep.

I gave him a glass of milk, it was an automatic reaction. Then, like something out of a horror movie, a layer of his lips and mouth peeled away. To quote Harry “it was gross!”

All change, clothes on, slippers on, off to hospital we go, lucky I had the gumption to pick up the novelty lights.

It was a long old wait and accident and emergency got busy, but Ollie did us proud and barely complained and befriended anyone who came near although his tongue was a little too big for his mouth and it was slightly hard to understand him. A lovely little boy in his football kit who had broken his wrist when being scissor kicked by a “friend” understood Ollie though when he asked if he’d been playing football for England.

Ollie put his cardigan on the ground in front of the tellie and invited anyone to come and join him.

We eventually got seen and apparently if you tell the nurse your child has been an idiot (well he had) they get all social servicey, especially when you’ve been in to A&E twice recently because the same child didn’t want to get his hands dirty and broke his fall with his face.

It was nearly midnight and the hospital sounds had got a little manic so I popped my ear pods in to little Ollies ears and introduced him to a bit of Enya. If she can’t soothe you no one will! He was impressed, but hopefully not impressed enough to request Enya at his nursery disco!

We had to go to the children’s hospital the next morning just to ensure Ollie hadn’t ingested any of the poison and was safe. It had been a long night. When you’re told to monitor your child whilst he sleeps in case his tongue swells or his throat closes you do!

Ollie had the time of his life, stickers galore, hours of attention and having to eat ice cream where as I was surviving on fumes and purely powered by caffeine.

The doctor looked in his mouth, said it would heal very quickly as it’s a mouth and pretty much waved me off. His people skills left a little to be desired, but to be fair he also looked tired and might have been up all night saving some child’s life. I did tell him that I would have preferred to be at home, snuggled up in bed but had been made to come by A&E and his demeanour changed. He looked me in the eye, became softer and reassured me that the right procedure has been followed, smiled and told me he didn’t think I was anything for social services to be worried about, which is always good to hear!

Once we got home, I was updating Lee only to look over his shoulder at Ollie licking the conservatory window! It’s going to be a long few years!

Life is a beautiful and wonderful thing and every day should be treasured x we are lucky to be here so we need to make the most of it to honour those who aren’t. Xxx