Been over the radar since the separation have really had a bad run and felt very low at times, in fact the lowest I have ever felt in my life but these things are sent to try us and to make us stronger not that I could always see it that way but I have triumphed and still here to tell the tale.
They say things come in three's that's certainly not been the case in our household and the husband walking out was just the catalyst to a big fireball of a bad run, the Tuesday after the separation I was sitting downstairs on the computer whilst the children were asleep when I heard an almighty scream from upstairs never in my life have I ran up those stairs so fast and when I got there I found Myles having a seizure in his cot, he has had a febrile convulsion in the past at 10 months old and several small episodes in the last six months but non as scary as the one I was faced with on this occasion. Despite being his mum my cool head came on and I took him downstairs lay on the floor (not my best moment as the carpet was wet as I had just washed it!) whilst I called an ambulance with three minutes a rapid response crew and ambulance arrived and he was just coming around but he started to scream and scream like a child possessed his temperature was 38 degrees so not dangerously high and there was just no way to calm him the paramedics took over the bouncing and rocking I think they must have thought I was a hard face nasty Mam as I showed so know emotions what so ever and I have no idea why I was scared but didn't cry I was upset I couldn't calm my gorgeous boy down but I held it all in, in the meantime I phoned the in-laws so they could come and look after the big two whilst we went to the hospital. When they arrived his temperature was up to 39.4 so dozed him up and away we went taking it nicely slowly but it ended up in blue lights as he became unresponsive, when we got to the hospital he had settled again and was relatively calm but was kept overnight for observation. The next day the doctor came around and discussed the episodes he had in the past and the fact that it was different this time and decided further investigations need to take place as they aren't following the normal febrile convulsions so he has had an ECG and is having and EEG on Monday then back to the hospital to discuss the outcome of those tests.
Five days later cue Devon saying he felt unwell throughout the day his head was hurting, the lights were hurting his eyes and tummy was hurting, he isn't normally one to complain but he picked up throughout the day. Just before bed he said he wasn't feeling very well so checked his temperature which had been fine throughout the day and it was an alarming 39.8 degrees got some meds into and literally seconds later he fell back on the bed and started convulsing I was calm to begin with but then start to panic when 3 minutes later he was still fitting, froth was coming out of his mouth and his whole body was shaking, and I had no phone in sight cue the power of Facebook my Aunty headed straight over he stopped fitting and I put him in the recovery position where he wasn't responding but 20 minutes later as my Aunty pulled up he started to cry saying his head was hurting, the lights were hurting and his neck was hurting cue Mammy taking him straight up to the hospital the febrile convulsion I could explain but not the symptoms. It would appear the hospital thought the same and my poor baby screamed and screamed as I had to pin him down to get bloods, something he could not remember at all the next morning! By the morning he was right as rain as if nothing had happened and no explanation for the raging temperature but he was fine and that's all that mattered.
Then last week our beloved cat Willow went missing we thought it was the stress of home life as cat's seem so sensitive hence our other cat constantly being by my side throughout all of this. The children asked daily about her and then yesterday we got a knock on the door from our next door neighbour they had found her in their garden dead. I wasn't going to tell the children but as they had been there when a previous cat was put to sleep it was only fair otherwise they would keep asking about her, so we dug a grave in the back garden and buried her, Alana said a prayer for her and seemed happy with the fact she was going to play with Oreo and Grandma's cat Hera and since then they seem to have some closure and she hasn't been mentioned since so I know I did the right thing telling them.
So Miss Luck I think I need a change in my fortune and would only like good things to happen from now on in, is that so hard to ask for?