Scared shitless pt3

It was suggested that we keep him in the hospital overnight and we both reluctantly agreed. We were given a room which had a cot, a single bed and a chair but the boy wouldn't sleep on his own in the cot and so slept on his mother on the bed whilst Dad took the uncomfortable chair.

Thankfully the boy managed to get some sleep and the extra ibuprofen they'd given him was starting to work and his temperature was dropping. It was awkward being with his mother for this length of time given our history but my son's always more important and past history is something I've always wanted to shelf - it's not forgotten or forgiven but it's not at the forefront of my mind. Both mother and son managed to get some sleep with the latter getting the most. I on the other hand, sleep lightly normally (so I can hear ninjas coming) and with the ward randomly bursting into life with someone's kid crying or screaming, I was lucky to get an hour and a half at most.

The day came eventually and I was beaten down - so, so, so tired but the worry was still keeping me going. He woke up and was a bit groggy but after a few hours of waiting for the doctor to do her rounds, he was back to his happy, little self :D He was mucking about on my shoulders a lot and even had some food which was a first for two days.

When the doc did come round, she and the consultant concluded that it wasn't a reaction to the mmr but he'd probably picked a bug up from his brother's dad (timberwolf was dying of a stomach flu or something). To be honest, we both knew at the start that that was a likely cause but we were taking no chances especially when he had just had his MMR.

So I took him home and I was beaten and shattered. My family came up to look after him for me and I went for a nap but it wasn't long or very good. Still, it all worked out in the end even if I had to go through hell to get there :p