Our brave little soldier xxx

So I’m not sure if you’ll remember but I was poisoning our son. We believe (actually hope it’s nothing more serious) that he has Coeliac Disease. We went to the doctors and they said to keep feeding him gluten for 6 months and then book him in for some blood tests. Well I managed to poison him for a good 3 months but then decided it was too much for the little fella so contacted the doctors again. Turns out the one I spoke to was not impressed with the locum we’d met and booked him in for some bloods straight away. Thank you tingling spider senses!

Off we went to The Seashore Centre yesterday with Ollies arms and hands already covered in numbing cream and sterile dressings.

There was one nurse in particular who was so warm and friendly and had a smile like sunshine.

They sat us on the bed with Ollie on my lap, in a hugging position with his arm out behind me. They took FOUR vials!

I dared Ollie to say “OI! I was using that!” But he wouldn’t.

He was incredibly brave! Even when trying to peel all his plasters off.

We had brought some reward stickers of our own for Ollie to give out to the nurses to say thank you, they were touched. We even decided to give one to the lady on reception who had not been very friendly, even cold, in the hope it might thaw her out a bit and remind her why she does the job. It induced a smile!

By the time we got home Ollie was feeling poorly and desperately tired. To be fair we’d only managed a total of about 3 hours of sleep the night before. He had a fever, a sore throat and tongue and just couldn’t get comfortable.

Lee took Harry upstairs for a serious gaming afternoon (we could hear the laughter and screams from downstairs) and I made Ollie a comfy den on the sofa and tried to help him catch up on some sleep by putting relaxing under the sea vibes on the telebox.

We tried that for a bit, but the healthy approach just didn’t work and so propped him up, gave him the Lollipop Prime to drink, (the hydration drink not the child killing energy drink)a bag of jelly sweets and watched Futurama and counted the swears! This made him much happier!

I hadn’t got round to doing the washing and forgot Ollie had sharted in his jimjams first thing, so cut up a pair of old pyjama trousers, true caveman style! He didn’t care.

Somehow it got to 7pm and after having a family TicToc session got the boys to bed.

That’s when the spitting started.

Ollie was suddenly inflicted with over salinisation. I gave him the large sick bowl, a towel to wipe his mouth, a bottle of flat lemonade.

I had managed to squeeze in cooking mine and Lee’s sweet chilli chicken stir fry rice noodles somewhere and was about to go and eat.

Ollie held my hand and said,

“Good night Mum, you go and eat, you need to eat or you’ll get hangry and go like (punch fists in air)”

I was about to go when he sat up and spat. He said that would be the last time and smiled. I waited a little and he sat up and did it again. He said that would definitely be the last time and promised promise. Well this kept going on so I went downstairs to grab my blanket and Ollie and I got into our bed in their room. I was grateful when he moved the spit bowl to his side although it did mean I got the side that kept farting.

He was so upbeat about it all. He even told me that if I fancied spitting I could also use his bowl. I had brought 3 others up for back up if needed.

I forgot to mention that Lee had taken Harry to B&Q and they’d put up Harry’s shelf above his bunk bed.

Harry is usually a brilliant sleeper, but last night he could not sleep. I think he was worried about Ollie and must have spent a good hour arranging his new shelf.

We were just listening to the playlist Chillout Pop when I asked Ollie if he wanted to start a gluten free diet tomorrow or wait for his test results.

“Maybe Mum, but I’m not eaten gluten free bed because it’s DISGUSTING and has nuts in it!”

Harry shouts out from his bunk bed like a rowdy teenager grabbing his privates “what?! These nuts!?”

Oh dear!

Just to clarify, I had the Free From seeded loaf and it was delicious, obviously a matter of opinion! It most definitely does not contain testicles.

I managed to get them to sleep about 1ish after a few bowl changes, trips to the loo and making Harry a comfy bed on the floor next to us.

Today we have deduced that Ollie has Strep Throat. Harry is being a lovely caring big brother and making him laugh, Ollie is feasting on fluids and ice lollies and I’m in the bath with the dog. Well the dog is laid on the towel next to me. Lee is working today and I’ve told him to go catch up with his friends after, he can take over tomorrow, plus I’ve got my eye on that new Little Mermaid film.

Ollie did the funniest thing this morning. He felt he had something stuck in his throat so asked for some cold apple juice. He then decided it had worked a treat and cleared it. He asked for a sheet of paper so he could document this in case we should need to remember for the future. He then gave his work an A+ which really tickled Lee and I and now we both keep giving ourselves A+ for the most silly things which is really rather therapeutic, you should try it!

Love and hugs, kisses & wishes.