How many times have you visited the Doctor with a poorly child only to be sent away with a flea in your ear and the advice to:
- Give plenty of fluids
- Use Calpol / ibuprofen to reduce the fever
In my case it is a fair few times despite only ever phoning to make an appointment if I am really worried.
Last week was horrendous! I don’t get ill often and battle through as us mothers have to, but when I get a cough / cold it always goes to my chest and I felt awful. By Wednesday it was clear that Sebastian was becoming unwell too and was suffering with a temperature and a loss of appetite.
As any good parent I stocked up on calpol and ibuprofen, gave him lots of fluids and spent most of the next few days with him clamped to my side, my normal chilled out chatty boy was silent. He wouldn’t settle in his cot, so by the time bedtime arrived he came into our bed as it was the only way he would get any sleep.
His snoring was terrible, but I put that down to the fact he had a slight cold and we made the best of a few rubbish nights sleep. In the early hours of Saturday morning his temperature peaked at 40.5 and I was worried so made a call to 111 who took me through his symptoms.
They were concerned enough to make an appointment for me at the local hospital that morning and I had visions of waiting there for hours, however I was pleasantly surprised by a mere 10 minute wait to be seen.
I half expected the Doctor to do a quick check of his symptoms and send me on our way, but he was given a thorough examination and we were in with her for a good half an hour as she gently did what she needed to. Normally Sebby would fight off such attention but I think he felt so awful he just let her get on with it.
We talked about his raspy breath and the fact he appeared to have a stiff neck. I told her about his bright red rosy cheeks and had initially thought that his symptoms were teething pains as his molars are starting to appear.
It turns out my poor little soldier not only had croup, but tonsilitis and an ear infection to boot – no wonder he felt so bad, I just wish I had got him seen sooner.
He was given a dose of steroids in the hospital to help his croup and a prescription for amoxicillin for us to take home. Three days later and we are starting to come out the other side and my happy chappy is back, albeit with a more husky voice than usual. We still have a couple more days of antibiotics left, which is takes great delight in spraying back at me when I try to give it to him – apparently they have taken the sugar out so it doesn’t taste as good as I remember.
Next time one of the kids are ill and I am concerned, I am going straight to the Doctor and will risk having the “fluids and calpol chat”