Upon presenting my findings to my husband, I have to say – I didn’t find him as supportive as I’d hoped he’d be, considering how ill I now realised I was. In fact I’d go so far as to say downright UNsympathetic.
Turns out that the headaches were – well, headaches. I’m glad it was my own symptoms I checked and not the Wee One’s cause I’d have been the classic, gibbering, hypochondriac mother that my own Mum was, and which really used to annoy me!
“Mum it’s a heat rash, I’m sure I haven’t got meningitis”
“Mum I banged my head; I haven’t got concussion or a fractured skull” etc, etc.
Now all this was before the days of Googling – (Thank God – she’d have been a nightmare!) and as parents, we’ll always be prone to a bit of panic where our kids are concerned. (The time I was border line hysterical at the red rash my daughter suddenly developed on her face and neck springs to mind. Turns out it was my lipstick from kissing her.)
Please don’t get me wrong . . . ANYTHING wrong with our babies should and must be dealt with ASAP and always better safe than sorry! But try NHS direct. Try your health visitor, a doctor, a drop in clinic or a hospital. DON’T try the fear machine that is the internet! It will leave you a paranoid mess.
I’d best go and rest now after the excursion of typing all this – what with my conditions and everything!