Hello lovely readers
I know….it’s been a day and a half, hey?
Oh how I could take you on an interesting journey into recent adventures. The one where computers have melt-downs and internet service providers fail to promptly deliver a reliable connection in one of the largest cities in Australia.
I wont though.
I will however, share an encapsulated version of events regarding the health of one of my daughters. An experience that had nerves and fears prickling through skin, like a heat rash on an Aussie Christmas day.
The power of intuition
One of my twins has been quite ill. At first it seemed like your common garden variety virus that frequents this time of year. Only, the symptoms were more severe and trailed on endlessly. Several days without any food and only small amounts of fluid being retained, resulted in my little girl being too weak to walk and eventually, talk.
I took her to the doctors, not once but twice. On the first visit, Twin Two tried so hard to ‘be good,’ by smiling weakly and dutifully answering questions in a whisper. I berated myself for having such a people-pleasing daughter (who knows where she got that from?!) and we were sent home with the encouraging news that this should be over within 12 hours.
My inner voice softly declared that this was not over but I rashly stomped on it with my “don’t be silly” shoe. We’re supposed to have full faith in the medical experts right?
Intuition was speaking clearly but I chose to ignore it.
The second time, a different doctor concurred that Twin Two appeared to be quite listless and dehydrated. However, he advised that if I were to take her to the hospital, I should expect a long wait and staff that would most likely just give her a drink of Gastrolyte.
This time, my internal sensors were ringing high. I insisted on the referral and less than two hours later, my fragile daughter was hooked up to an IV, with no time for a local anaesthetic due to her dangerously low blood-sugar levels.
One of the doctors confided that my little girl was very lucky that I had not waited another day.
Thank you! Thank you mothers intuition for not failing me when it mattered the most (I knew it!)
Thank you to the hospital staff for doing a great job to ensure a speedy recovery and the best of care for my darling-heart.
Thank you to my gorgeous husband who managed to keep me calm, even when I know he was having an internal panic attack himself.
Thank you for neighbours like family and blogging buddies who reached out in support..
After a further week of feeding up and resting between spurts of play, Twin two is fully recovered and back to squabbling over toys and ‘who said what’ with her sisters.
All is well in our world again.
For all parents who have chronically ill children…I salute you!
One week of tending to a very sick girl, stretched my patience, frayed my nerves and filled my head with fear.
Finally, that thang called intuition? It’s real.
It’s that hunch you feel deep down in your gut. It’s the voice stemming from the right-side of your brain that insists you do something when all other external indicators suggest otherwise.
Sometimes, intuition can be an invisible guardian angel. Use it.
Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do. ~Benjamin Spock