Vomiting in isolation
I’m usually very social, but on Saturday I realised I don’t mind the odd day in isolation. That’s at least if I have to spend the day in hospital with Baby Girl. The two of us learnt something new that day. We learnt that we are perfectly fine with isolated rooms.
When Baby Girl and I were moved from paediatrics A&E to a medical ward that night, I told the nurse who had come to collect us that I was worried about Baby Girl catching something else while we were in the ward. At that point, I hadn’t realised Baby Girl was the one to worry about. She was the one who was vomiting and had a high fever.
Whereas I had expected to be shown a crowded room, we were taken to an empty double room. It wasn’t the Kensington Wing, but it was pretty fantastic to get a separate room.
Baby Girl had her pram with her, and she could sleep next to me in the carrycot on top of her sheepskin in her own pyjamas and her own sleeping bag.
And when she woke up the next day and noticed she still had her feet, her full-time singer/entertainer and her food – as well as a large mirror on the wall, she must have thought it was her lucky day. What a perfect way to spend a Sunday.
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