Today blind sided me a bit. After my son’s brain infection last year and subsequent life or death brain surgery nearly a year ago. Which was thankfully successful and he’s gone from strength to strength since.
Today was his first full day back at school since March due to lock down and not one part of me wanted to let him go back. I’ve had total reassurance from the doctor that he’s fine to go to school and the all clear from the hospital.
It’s his final year and he needs school. I realised during lock down I’m not cut out to be a teacher.
It’s funny when things floor you when you don’t see them coming. He went off to school fine and he came home asking for food. So normal service has resumed quickly.
I pulled up my big girl pants got my fierce at home workouts done which helped sort my head out a lot. Exercise is the best for this. I then got emersed in a busy day and he was home before I knew it.
I’m not going to start on the what ifs of the night he went in to hospital but I’m still forever grateful to my oldest son, my husband, the paramedics, the A & E staff and the surgeons and nurses and hospital staff all of who made the right decisions that dreadful evening to save his life and give me reason to be here now worrying about school.
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