I’m trying to write this post with a child’s head resting on my lap. Actually her whole body was contorted to somehow fit on to my lap; her long nine-year-old limbs all over the place.
Every now and again she shuffles around and tries to bury her head a little further into my neck like some giant baby creature.
It’s not the slightest bit comfortable for either of us but there is a certain comfort to be had from snuggling up to your mum when you’re feeling low.
Mia has been feeling very sorry for herself. She had to take two extra days off school this week after being diagnosed with impetigo.
She woke up one morning with spots all over her beautiful cheeks. Her one nostril is a mass of crusty scab. She looked utterly dreadful.
It started as just a scab on her nose. I kept telling her to leave it alone and when a spot rose up the following day just underneath, I told her it was probably caused by all the Easter chocolate she’d been devouring when she thinks I’m not looking.
Terrible mother. I dismissed it and covered it in antiseptic cream until the morning she woke up with sores all over her little face and I knew it most definitely wasn’t the chocolate.
The doctor diagnosed her pretty much the moment we walked in the door and put her on a course of antibiotics, but as impetigo is highly contagious, she wasn’t allowed back to school until she had two days worth of medicine in her system.
The medicine really isn’t pleasant, she warns us, but it’s the best one for the job.
“Will I miss maths?”
“Yes, honey. Sorry.”
“It’s OK. I don’t want to go out though. I don’t want anyone seeing me like this.”
“We can stay in and snuggle up on the sofa.”
“Can we eat some of my Easter chocolate?”
“Yes, of course we can.”
The doctor tells you it’s ‘just one of those things’ and it’s very common and easy to clear up, but you still feel like the worst mother in the world for not recognising it, dismissing it, laughing at it.
* I wrote this in the week and have only just got around to posting as she’s better now and I feel I’m able to share now she’s over it and back to climbing trees again.
I’m hoping it’s at least taught her a lesson though and she will at least attempt to wash her hands when she gets in 🙂