I know what you are going to say. It’s Thursday and she is writing about the weekend now? Fair enough, I am a bit late. But Baba has been ill, so Frenchie Mummy has not had much time to write. And I spent most of my days comforting le petit. I am actually bouncing him while typing this right now…
A Bank Holiday weekend is always synonym of joy and happiness amongst people. Being at the end of the month also meant that Grumpy Boyfriend would have less work and our petite famille would do something nice. No need to say that I was really looking forward to it. Oui mais voilà, we experienced our first big trauma with Baba.
Saturday
It all started good. Papa did a bit of work in the morning while Maman was getting on really well with her new challenge: exercising and losing weight (well, trying at least). Yes, I was going for it, with 2 workouts in the morning. Sweating and aching like an old lady, I was actively producing endorphins. Baba was au paradis as well. He was finding it amusant to see me making weird movements, becoming more and more breathless. He would even dare giggling at times. ‘Petit monstre! Stop laughing at Mummy.’
The day went on nicely as we had a family walk with Papa. However, once home, Baba started sneezing a bit. Straight away, armed with Saline Nasal Spray, Mummy went on a mission to get rid of this naughty rhume. Not too worried about it, the whole little family had a good night as I was writing my next post celebrating Mother’s Day.
Sunday
The next day was going to be as nice. We went down to Brighton to spend some time with Papie Len. While Baba was enjoying both the fresh air and the attention (as usual), everyone took some sun.
On the seafront
Papie Len was pleased to see his grandson and Baba was intrigued by the food we consumed in the Italian restaurant by the beach (I am posting the picture to prove that Baba is probably going to end up being a little glouton like his Maman).
The fresh air of the seaside was making wonder on the baby and Frenchie Mummy was (naively!) glad to see that his cough was getting better. Quelle erreur!
With all this excitement, Baba was fast to fall asleep and Papa et Maman watched a full movie without being interrupted. Mummy didn’t need to change his nappy or feed him and then totally lose the story plot. Hurray!!! Well, maybe a bit too fast to claim victoire…
It’s 4.12am in the morning and Baba starts screaming like he’s never done before. Still half asleep, I sit up and with horror, find mon bébé out of breath. His nose is blocked and his face is very red. I rushed to comfort him and put him on my shoulder to help him take in some air. Both Grumpy Boyfriend and I take in turns over the next 10 (so long!) minutes. We even take him outside to have some fresh air, but nothing changes. He actually gets worse. A decision is made to rush to the A&E.
Highly strung, I shout at Grumpy Boyfriend for not being fast enough to get ready. I mean seriously, how does he dare putting shoes on, right? My baby is lacking oxygen. ‘Enchaîne!!!!’ And god knows that poor Grumpy Boyfriend hurries up. Hearing how much Baba is in pain during the journey is killing me. I order Papa to skip the red lights. We approach the hospital. At this point, the baby looks a bit calmer and not so much breathless.
To my surprise, it’s very quiet. There is already a young dad with another baby waiting. He smiles at me. We are in the same boat I suppose. His little girl doesn’t seem in a better state. We don’t wait too long and we see the doctor. She examines Baba in detail, measures his saturation. Happy to be played with, Baba is literally flirting with her. La tension est à son comble. We obviously explain to her that Baba has a VSD. It’s a heart defect (I will write about it in another post). I am fearing the worst. Is there a complication with his condition? Is the hole in his heart getting bigger?
We agree to stay another hour so that the doctor can examine him more. Eventually, she is not much concerned. ‘He has croup. Nothing serious. So I am not prescribing anything’. ‘Ouf!’ But what a night! Back home at around 7.am, we are not long to fall asleep again. We don’t even get up before 10.am, later in the morning. Luckily, it’s a Bank Holiday and Grumpy Boyfriend doesn’t have to work…
But what a shock! It was the first time I was really worried about Baba’s health. I know that we will encounter many other scares like that. You always do when you have children. Not knowing exactly the problem and being unable to help Baba was the worst feeling ever. I wish everything was way simpler, but a baby always brings you extra worry I suppose.
Mon amour is now slowly but surely getting better. I still wish the doctor had given us some drugs, but hopefully, it will be fine. I am spending my days (and especially nights) hovering above his bed to see if he is still breathing. I know he would let me know if he was in any discomfort, but I don’t want us to have to rush again to the hospital anytime soon!
What was your first trauma with baby? And how did you cope with it? I am not sure I will survive any other!
Oh bless you, what a horrible shock. When my little guy was about 3 months old he was sick and there was blood in it, we took him up the hospital and he was totally fine – he was smiling away while we were there! But it was a scary moment, you just worry don’t you? They are so little and vulnerable. Love your pictures, your Baba is so cute!! #fartglitter
Thank you so much for your comment. I know. I think the most difficult is to see them in pain and they aren’t able to tell you what’s wrong so you always take a guess… Having said that, Baba was fine as soon as the doctor was playing with him. He is a total flirt with women. I just wanted to tell him to behave himself a bit ?
No problem. I am new in the blogosphere so it’s great to meet other mummies and read your stories. At the start, I was like,’Why all these bloggers are putting some pics with #somethinglinky?’ and then I got it ? slow learner but getting there for sure. Taking baby to A&E was indeed very scary but I am sure there will be some other frightening moments. I am ready for it, well not sure but I will have to ?
They do worry us silly, don’t they? We had so many episodes like this when A was a baby, I’m hoping for a healthier little boy or girl second time round; they’re just so fragile!! Thanks for linking up to #MarvMondays. Kaye xo
I love how you write, and pepper your stories with French words and phrases! I don’t love your trauma of course, it is always scary when little ones are sick and you feel so helpless. I must admit I’m the opposite, I’m very laid back about illness and injury (which is just as well in my family!), but I used to work in a hospital, so that’s probably why. Good to find you at #FartGlitter (have followed your new Facebook page too)
Merci beaucoup ? and thanks as well for following me on facebook.Hope you will enjoy our future stories too. It’s very nice to connect with other bloggers. I love the Pink Cottage and the Birch Lodge as well actually. It seems like a different life from London.
Aww such shock when you baby is poorly – and going to hospital is so frightening – so glad all ok now. beautiful baby and beautiful photos #KCACOLS
merci 🙂
Oh bless you, you must have got such a fright. You did the right thing going to A&E and getting everything checked. I’m so glad everything seems to be getting better xx #KCACOLS
it’s always like that…the most important is that they get better x
Oh bless you it sounds like you’ve had a really hard time of it. I hope that by now that gorgeous little one of your is much better! Oh gosh we have had our fair share of scare with Holly and they have been mainly head injuries, which were really scary!! xx #KCACOLS
all good now, but it was indeed scary
will try thanks so much for doing it x
merci ?
Oh no poor you! Our little Sophie has had croup and now she has whooping cough so I know just how worried you must have felt! I hope he is feeling better now? Thanks for joining us on #fortheloveofBLOG x
He is better but still he is still a bit wheezing…
Glad you managed to enjoy some of the weekend before the health crisis. So scary when your child is ill. I’ve had plenty of trips to hospital with injuries from accidents and one trip in an ambulance with my daughter having suspected appendicitis… It wasn’t luckily
It’s terrible and frightening when children are poorly. I hope he is feeling better now. Looks like a nice time in Brighton though before hand. #Whatevertheweather
yeah he is fine but it was indeed scary
Its such a worry when they are poorly isn’t it! Glad he’s feeling better. Gorgeous pics by the way 🙂
Clare x
thank s for stopping by x
It’s so scary when they are poorly! I remember my first trip to a&e with my daughter and it was awful. I’m glad he was alright 🙂 #kcacols