But some families have to spend years going in and out of hospitals with their children. One such family I follow on facebook and have the greatest admiration for. They have 3 beautiful daughters, and 3 years ago, Claudia, who is now 8, the same age as my No. 2 son, was diagnosed with Metastatic Pineoblastoma. You can read about Claudia’s cause here.
Stories like Claudia’s make my children’s breaks and minor ops seem very trivial. But I’m sure any parent who has had to watch their child in pain from an injury or illness, or undergoing a general anaesthetic for the first time, will agree, that it is very distressing and emotional even when you know the outcome will be a positive one.
Becky posted previously about my No. 1 son and her No. 2 son going on their Year 6 school journey last week http://www.snoob.co.uk/blog/two-lion-cubs-take-a-big-step and how excited they both were, as were their classmates. So the disappointment faced by my No.1 when he broke his wrist on the dry ski slope on day 3 and had to come home, was no small thing. The part that made me cry the most ,was when he said he wished I’d come to the hospital sooner (his teachers took him and I only went down to collect him when an x-ray confirmed it was fractured. I had hoped that it would be fine and he would be able to go back to the Activity Centre and carry on having fun with his friends for the rest of the week). When I collected him I could see he was holding in all the emotion and disappointment and when we got into the car he just broke down and cried his little heart out. He had wanted me there, not because of the pain he was in, but because he could have cried freely in my presence about how disappointed he was. Instead he felt he should be strong and brave about this in front of his teachers.
On Friday, he went in to have grommets fitted and his adenoids removed. I had been distracted all week in nervous anticipation. But I volunteered myself to be the one that went with him to have the general anaesthetic. Even when the nurse asked who was stronger, Mummy or Daddy, and he immediately said it was Daddy, I still insisted I be the one that went with him! I wanted to be there and even though I found it very distressing (the nurses and anaesthetist were BRILLIANT and he didn't even really notice what was going on), I was glad I was with him.
So whilst I’ve complained about having a hard week last week, in the grand scheme of things it has been nothing other than a minor hiccup. And I am grateful that my 4 beautiful boys are generally healthy and happy. A less common need for crutches and casts would be preferable. But I know we are really blessed and my heart goes out to all those who suffer a constant emotional rollercoaster over their children’s health.