Neurotic mothering
I admit I am a neurotic mother. I would take my children to the doctor at the slightest drop of a hat. Which is exactly what I did this week. Both my boys have had Slapped Cheek Disease this week. Daniel in particular was badly affected with a red hot rash. Now, I know that most childhood rashes are nothing to worry about. I also know that if a rash blanches when you press it it is generally nothing to worry about. I know what to do to keep my child comfortable when feeling a little under the weather. I know that all children are exposed to many viruses all the time, and I know that viruses cant be treated. Still this did not stop me from doing the glass test every 15 minutes and it certainly didnt stop me from making the doctors appointment. Needless to say the Doctor was less than pleased with me and as a punishment showed me pictures of rashes that I should worry about. Point taken. If a rash is serious, you will know. Daniel has not been 100% well with the rash and has been awake during the night. Last night I found myself sitting in our lounge at 2am holding him close with my lala CD on. It reminded me of those early days, sitting alone in the dark, breastfeeding my tiny baby. As hard as those nights were I now look back on them with fondness and nostalgia. It is funny how the soothing music on and the position I was holding him in took me straight back.