This was a Familiar Scene in our house throughout the day. If you have children you will be Very Familiar with these two items :o)
L was not a well lad and I spent the day in full on Nurse Mode, snatching brief lungfuls of fresh air whenever I could stick my head out the door and refereeing Ted and Poppy's scampering/ chasing about in between times. He has to be Very Poorly Indeed to want me to stay with him all the time like that, being an Increasingly Independent Teenager these days, and I was worried.
He was running a fever throughout the day that got worse as time went on. As with all of us, after a bit of paracetamol the fever would drop and he would rally, but it kept returning.
I lit the fire, put blankets on him and gave him a hot water bottle and Ted curled up for a while by his feet while Pop lay watchful on the floor by his side, and still he shivered and the thermometer rose higher. We watched a bit of A Team (the old ones which we both love and I grew up on) together in the evening while I sat on the floor and sorted through my fabric box. And when he was feeling well enough to talk, we chatted a bit about the various Mod Packs on Minecraft, but mostly he was listless and under the weather. I hate seeing him like that, all the vivacity deflated out of him.
Throughout all this, Phyllis was my saviour. She and I rattled through various projects together; a shopping bag made from bee-print fabric lined with blue polka dots which I've been holding on to and getting out every now and then to admire, some drawstring bags as gifts for friends with up coming birthdays, the rose print quilt which ended up as a lined summer sheet because it looked too pale for winter use on the bed. What would I have done without her? She didn't complain if I had to rush off and tend to the Poorly One, she just waited patiently until I returned and we resumed our work together. Phyllis is a Very Reliable Soul :o)
|This is my current fave backing fabric. It's soft, lovely to work with, the colour and pattern are cheerful and perfect for quilts and it doesn't cost the earth :o)|
The rose print quilt presented me with a problem: if it wasn't working as a winter quilt what fabric was I going to use to make one with instead? I've currently got L's stag print on one our bed but I really want to make a decent one for me.
Last week I ordered a half metre of William Morris Strawberry Thief fabric (the red version) which I absolutely love, so I went back on line and chose four more William Morris Prints to make my new quilt from, including the blue strawberry thief. They are on their way and I am Very Excited about them arriving :o). They might even be here tomorrow, and if L is well enough Ma and I have a Sewing Club Day booked in so I shall be able to get on with making it then! I have the softest cotton and bamboo batting (filling) ready and waiting and the backing sheet (two choices- roses, or a swirling green leaf pattern on cream background), so I can Crack On as soon as our lovely postman plops them onto my floor :o) I love the bold colours and striking swirling repeating patterns Morris created, all inspired by the things he noticed in nature.
I also got some baking done in between the sewing and nursing: chicken and sweet potato pie for tea. It was Very Warming and Just What Was Needed (with a glass of vino)....
But by five pm L had taken a turn for the worse and I was worried enough to call the surgery. The nurse was lovely and of course by the time she rang back to check for a second time his temp had dropped again and he was looking better.
Not for long. By 8 he was burning up and the thermometer registered 39.9. He was listless and properly poorly. M was out at a work's do so it was just me at home. I think parents slip into automatic pilot at times like these. All children spend a lot of their first 6 or so years copying with one illness after another as their immunity builds and you learn to stay calm and get on with it because the alternative is to panic and be useless. I have experienced dangerously high temps with L before, it is how his body responds to bacteria or viruses. Most noticeable of these was when he was 11 months old and had a temp of 40 which is serious in babies. The advice then was to take most of his clothes off and hold him by a window to get it down quickly. It worked, thank goodness, and we averted the fitting that can happen.
By 10pm last night he was very sick and I was worried enough to call the 111 number that's replaced NHS direct. A lovely nurse named Shelley rang me back at midnight and she could not have been kinder, more reassuring, thorough and comforting. They do a brilliant job and I take my hat off to them. She spent ages on the phone with me asking questions, answering mine and checking and double checking everything with L and by the time we'd gone through everything he had rallied, was talking again and had a better colour. Her final words were 'We're here all through the night so please phone back at any time if you're worried.' If by any remote chance she or anyone who knows her happens to be reading this Thank You So Much, you were very kind and reassuring and helped this particular mum stay calm more than you know.
L was well enough to go to bed by 12.30 and I left his door and ours open so I could hear him if he needed me. At one am the fever broke and this morning his skin is cool and a normal colour and he is sounding much more like himself so I really hope he is through the worst of it.
Yesterday was Quite A Day and I am glad it is behind us. Today, Phyllis and I have more projects to quietly get on with, I am planning on doing some gentle baking, and L will be resting quietly and recuperating. He is well enough this morning to appreciate the fact he's got a day off school, which more than anything else tells me he is feeling better. Phew :o)
The plus side of all of this is that I don't think I've run up and down stairs so many times in one day in my life before and therefore my bum and legs are probably in better shape than if I'd managed to get out for an actual run! Always the silver lining, eh?
And as for Phyllis, well, she'd earnt her rest and spent the night safely tucked up inside her new cover, sleeping soundly....
Take care all,