60 hours in the same vomit-covered clothes. 60 hours without a shower, a toothbrush, a decent meal (not that I really wanted one), or unbroken sleep. 60 hours of stomach-churning worry.
We came home from hospital this evening; me exhausted, dirty, barely human.
But thankfully Eric is now asthma free, and back to his usual bouncy self. I am eternally grateful to the wonderful doctors and nurses at the After Hours Medical Centre and the Wellington Hospital who first treated him, and then nursed him back to health. He’s happily snoring now, glad of his own bed.
It’s a very scary thing to find your child suddenly in a life-threatening condition. Even worse when it takes you by surprise. It’s a good thing I take my knitting with me wherever I go. There was nothing better to help calm the nerves and still the mind.
During hospital time, I finished knitting the pieces for the baby sweater and the kid’s jacket. All I have to do now is join the respective bits up! Post with pictures to follow.
At this rate, I’m going to have to cast-on for the Garden Jumper in a smaller size. Between the recent house move, health emergencies and giving up drinking, my own jumpers are beginning to take on the look of knitted body sacks. I like them baggy, but not that baggy.