A mother's job is complex. It is one that, once you have taken on, you can never retire from. It is all consuming, a constant journey of learning - about yourself, your children and your role. A mother's job is twenty-four seven. A mother's job is hard.
I didn't quite realise how real 24/7 was until recently.
And then I spent a few days in hospital with the boys. A house got squeezed down to a cubicle. Sleep was rare and patchy at best and although I may have been in the bathroom alone, I could hear at least one child wailing for me in the background. This was a real job.
Whilst in London on Tuesday, Dylan fell. He was just playing with toys and tripped. I had my back to him but he was right behind me, so the moment I heard the scream he was in my arms. After 40 minutes of screams and a cold compress on his left knee (where we thought the pain was), the centre manager of the venue we were in and I decided it was best to take him to hospital.
I have learnt to never underestimate a mother's instinct. It is a powerful thing and nobody knows our children the way we do. This was not just a normal fall and an ambulance arrived to transport us to the local hospital, UCLH.
An examination and an X-ray revealed only that we couldn't move Dylan without causing excrutiating pain and that Archie can wait hours for a feed when completely necessary as I refused to let go of my eldest son. In an instant Dylan had changed from my confident, energetic toddler to a helpless baby boy who clung onto me with everything that he had.
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Chilling out in Hospital |
Eventually my poorly baby, the littlest one and I got admitted and moved to a bed on the 11th floor. We were assured that there were no broken bones, and blood tests were done to rule out any underlying problems.
A long night followed with a child who was terrified of anyone that wasn't mummy, incase they wanted to move his leg and who didn't want to settle in an unfamiliar bed. A long night in a claustrophobic cubicle, Dylan, Archie and I.
At 5:30pm the next day, Dylan had still not moved his right leg at all and we were taken down for a skeletal ultrasound where they found what I had suspected all along - a broken bone, a fractured femur.
Finally we had answers and after x-rays to confirm it, my beautiful boy had his right leg put in traction. My little boy will be spending the next 4-6 weeks stuck in a hospital bad that he can't even comfortably sit up in yet and as Archie is breastfed on demand, he will be staying too.
I have 6 weeks to learn how big a job motherhood really is, how full on, exhausting and emotional it is. 6 weeks of keeping a toddler amused in bed and probably a second birthday spent on the ward.
A mother's job is never done. It is full of guilt, fear, tiredness and sacrifice. Thank goodness it is also full of excitement, entertainment, cuddles and love. My job for the next few weeks is clear, so if I am not around as much on the blog then you know why My job is to be strong for my family - to be organised, upbeat and positive.
I couldn't have gotten through this week without the help of two gorgeous bloggers -
Ruth and
Monika and without family and friends that have sent their love.