At half past midnight an ambulance was sent to our house because my son was in need of an inhaler every 90 mins and we'd been asked to inform the hospital if it was more regular than every four hours. So with much upset he was brought to hospital whilst the other two kids were in bed. Having an ambulance come to our house was scary in a way and it's the sort of thing you hope to avoid. But he's in the safest hands of course. It's just turned 4:15 am as I write this and my son has finally agreed to sleep in his hospital cot , I only get a chair in a ward with two empty beds. His asthma has brought us to this once more. The solution is getting stronger every time though so slow and steady progress is being made.
No sign of me sleeping anytime soon. It's surprising how long you can stay awake.
From beneath my sons dressing gown I see his tiny foot with a glowing heart monitor on his big toe, he reminds me of E.T.
It a sorry sight when he should be at home in his Buzz Lightyear bed. A day off tomorrow probably as I'll be very tired. At 5:22 am they offered me a bed just as I finished my strong cup of hospital coffee. Thanks. My body clock wakes up at 6:30 so i'll be fine.
What a job. I don't complain about my job but if I did, seeing these people do this would shut me up. My little boy has had his inhaler again and he's dropped off in his normal sleeping position, bum in the air.
8:22am my wife arrived so I get leave to change clothes and enjoy a breakfast of champions, coffee and two kit kats. Suddenly the hospital corridors are bursting with life and Costa Coffee has a long cue.
My wife went to work, no pint us both missing work. Been awake for 29 hours.
1:49pm god damn fresh air and freedom. Home to bed.