Keeping up appearances

Things did not improve after last night’s post. At Davies’ wobbly request I took my camping mat and sleeping bag up to his bedroom and slept on his floor. I spent the first hour or so reassuring him I was still there every five minutes or so and trying to read my book. He finally fell into a restless sleep about 130am so I went to sleep but was woken at 3am by him sobbing and then getting quite hysterical and virtually screaming for about 15 minutes. He was awake but delirious and shouting all sorts of things about our cat (presumably in reaction to my parent’s cat dying yesterday), not wanting me but wanting his Mummy, clutching at his head and pulling at his hair, turning away from the light and generally acting in a very weird way. He was burning hot but getting very upset at the suggestion of medicine and I daren’t leave him to fetch any anyway. I was mentally running through yelling for help from either Lynda in our bedroom next door or banging on the floor to rouse Ady sleeping in the playroom below or going straight for the ambulance if he carried on as he seemed in real pain (yet not in need of any of my first aid training! ;)) when he fell back against the pillow exhausted and seemed to accept I was Mummy after all and went back into a fitful sleep. I watched over him for quite a while and woke every time he murmmered or moved so had a very crap nights sleep whilst already running on sleep deficit 🙁

This morning he seemed brighter and whilst he has been running a temperature I’ve managed to get regular doses of medised into him which is helping with the spikes. He had a little breakfast and I’ve got him to drink plenty of water. He was adamant he wanted to get dressed so he and Stuart could build a trainset together so they did that this morning while Lynda and Scarlett played some farm life game on Tarly’s DS. I feel like I’ve spent the whole day washing up and making tea and coffee (which sounds really stroppy and I don’t mean it like that at all, we’ve loved having them and we are always equally well looked after at their house).

Stuart particularly was keen to see the allotment so we drove up there for a quick tour which took it out of Davies and he was shaking and pale and needing to come home again. He’s spent a lot of time flopped across my lap today. He was persuaded to have a little lunch and as we were finishing eating my parents arrived – cue more tea and coffee making. Lynda and Stuart are very diplomatic and friendly to my parents but are seeing a whole other side to the public face my Mum in particular likes to put across ;). The funniest moment of the whole couple of days was Stuart talking fondly about how they spend so much time with their 3yo granddaughter and albeit hard work sometimes they love every minute of it. My Mum smiled indulgently and said how lovely it was to hear a grandparent talk like that, quite forgetting she is one herself and not only never talks like that but was in company that know that about her! 😆

Mum was fawning all over Davies who just wanted me really and even managed to follow me outside while I was hanging out the washing to avoid it. Lynda and Stuart were keen to walk to the beach and offered to take Tarly. Initially Mum and Dad were going too but then when Davies got upset about not going Mum said they’d stay here to make it up to him. That wasn’t what was making him upset and I was quite short with her telling her to go with Tarly and that Davies would be fine with me and probably better without a houseful of people. He was desperate to go so in the end we set off about 10 minutes after them with me convinced he’d fail very quickly and want to turn back.

In the end we caught them up at the beach (we’d walked quicker than them – Scarlett and Lynda had held hands all the way chatting while the other 3 lagged behind chatting). Mum and Dad had walked over to us so they headed for home from the beach and we walked back across the road to the park for ice cream for the kids. Davies was shaking and pale again so they sat in the sunshine while I jogged / walked very quickly back home to collect the car and go and pick them all up.

That finished Davies off really and he fell asleep on my lap back at home.I made Tarly eggs and toast for tea, sat with her in the bathroom while she had a bath and hairwash and then Ady got home. Ady put Davies to bed but we’ve since had him downstairs most of the evening after another episode of hysterics about not wanting me to leave him and go to the allotment – not at all sure what’s going on in his little brain but I’m guessing it’s to do with the high temperature he’s running. He did eventually go back to bed but I’ve promised to sleep on his floor again tonight and am not expecting an unbroken night 🙁

Lynda and Stuart very kindly treated us to a takeaway for dinner which was lovely and meant noone had to cook. They all went to bed at 10pm – sea air seems to have knocked everyone out and they have the long drive home to Manchester tomorrow. My nose is streaming and I am wondering if I am suffering with rather more than just tiredness but at least we have nothing planned for the rest of the week once Lynda and Stuart leave tomorrow other than trying to catch up with flickring!