Illnesses and the Joys of Curing Them

After a blissful (?) year, I can't say I have been the unluckiest Mum in the world. I've successfully managed to steer my little one clear of  diaper rashes, common colds (minus the odd sniffles now and then) and all the other dreaded diseases that so many infants and toddlers pick up in their first 2 years. That's 21 months of health and happiness..... along with crying, wailing, tantrums, embarrassing-poopy-incidents-in-public and all that jazz. 

Imagine my dismay when I walked into my bedroom and saw him holding a bottle of open aftershave having apparently licked it, or sipped it (I can only assume) with a mischievous grin on his face. But like any Super-Mum (admit it, you think you're one too, just like me *grin*), I calmly explained how dangerous it was and put him down for a nap. However, at some point during his baby-slumber, he transformed into something of a wailing monster and woke up only to throw up all over himself and me and I rushed him to the A&E (like any Super-Mum who just realised she isn't so Super after all would do). I proceeded to explain to the nurses that he had sipped some aftershave ('that's a first!', they said, followed by 'Issey Miyake? Good choice!' *wink* to my husband) and had vomited and become feverish and to my absolute horror (read: humiliation), I was told that he had NOT in fact had a sip, and was actually suffering from tonsillitis. Out the drain went my entire Super-Mum theory and took with it my diagnosis, sponsored by Google :/ I will never believe you again, Google. You have bitterly disappointed me. 

The moral of this rather long story/rant is: God works in mysterious ways. Had I not caught Zyer with that blasted aftershave, I would have blamed everything on teething (as usual) and let it get dreadfully worse before I finally decided to show him to a doctor, at which point he would presumably have been prescribed with antibiotics and I shudder to think what that would have been like for the two of us. 

So I'm not Super-Mum - *sheepish smile* - and neither are you.

Oh, Hell! Of course we are!! We continue to wing it, and Google everything small and big we know nothing about (and we know very little, it has to be admitted). We cure fevers through soaked strips of cloth, warm baths, lots of Ibuprofen and TLC. We kiss the bruises, koochikoo those tiny emotional traumas, and hug away the tears and the fears. And we continue to be amazing.

God works in mysterious ways....... through those itty-bitty terrors, and through us.