The Hardest Week

I feel like I've been hit by a bus this week. It's been so tough, it has been a long time since I've felt so stressed and it's left me feeling twitchy and on edge. I'm not great at dealing with stress, especially because I have no way of letting it out, so I thought if I let it out here then maybe it will help me feel better. 

Noah's onesie is a sample from Polarn O Pyret

Noah fell really ill at the weekend. He went to football on Sunday morning and to a birthday party at a soft play centre in the afternoon. He had a great time at both but late in the afternoon he just didn't seem himself and at bedtime we noticed he was coming out in a rash on his elbows and knees.

He suffers with eczema but it's been under control for a while now, so on Monday I took him to our GP who diagnosed a staph infection. By now the rash was appearing around Noah's mouth and was spreading down his arms and legs. He was prescribed the world's worst tasting antibiotics and some creams. It was fruitless trying to get the antibiotics down him, they tasted really bitter, and I was having to pin him down to get him to take them. I just felt evil. 

On Tuesday it was my Nan's funeral. I didn't have any tights to wear with my dress so I popped to town to get some. On my way home a van was behind me, and every time I slowed down for the traffic lights he honked at me and was driving ridiculously close. I slowed to let someone pull out of a junction, got honked at again and the van drove into the back of me. Not what I needed on the day of my Nan's funeral. 

My Nan's funeral was lovely, but my Mum - who I've not spoken to in over 5 years - decided to sit right next to me. I don't know what she was expecting, a grand reconciliation perhaps? It made me feel so uncomfortable. I am in the process of grieving, but not being allowed to grieve properly. The day ended with Jude vomiting all over me at bedtime. Great.

On Wednesday I phoned the GP and asked for Noah's antibiotics to be changed as I was exhausted from wrestling with him to take them, and anything I did get into him he just spat out. He was coming out in blisters now, too. Great, I thought, chicken pox as well? A friend of mine is a nurse, specifically a children's nurse, and thought I should get Noah seen again as his rash was now all over his body and getting worse instead of better. We went back to the GP who sent us to children's A&E to be seen by paediatrics. We were sent home after a few hours with new antibiotics and the addition of antivirals, but told to come back if he doesn't start to improve as he will need to have medication via an IV instead.

Yesterday Jude started to come out in little spots on his bottom, arms and legs and he had tiny blisters appearing on his hands. After sending a photo to my nurse friend, she said she thought it might be hand, foot and mouth disease, a virus prevalent among young children. Just what I need. Fortunately he hasn't been suffering too much with it, he's quite a tough cookie is Jude.

Ian has said he feels ill now too as he is so stressed by what has gone on this week. Though it was me that had the car accident and it was my Nan that passed away, he doesn't seem to comprehend how much harder it must be for me. 

So here I am, just plodding along on my own...

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