At this time last night I was with my son at our local hospital. Suffering from a really bad case of gastro he was dehydrated and out of sorts. I try not to go to doctors unless it is completely necessary – my position on most illnesses is to let nature play its course – but when my son’s eyes turned from a glassy clear to a thick red before me I got spooked.
The boy had barely spoken in forty-eight hours, and when he did speak it was almost inaudible. No eating and very little drinking there were lots of tears and lots of cuddles. But wouldn’t you know it? …as we’re in the car en route to the hospital he started to chat a little, and by the time we made the triage nurse his eyes were beginning to clear up and he was almost perky!!! I felt like the total neurotic mother.
Even so, we had to hang around for a while as he rehydrated. It turns out that the intensely blood shot eyes is due to spiking an extremely high temperature causing the blood vessels in the eyes to burst. Regardless the cause – it was freaky to witness.
Whilst he managed to perk up, reduce his fever, not vomit or poo during our five hour middle-of-the-night visit to the hospital today he was awfully sick again, and the expulsion of bodily fluids was back with a vengeance. And whilst he slept for most of the day he would stir and cry whenever I left his side.
So I sat by his side and started crocheting his blanket.