This isn’t a post I want to write. This is a post I wish I hadn’t had to even consider, but after my scary experience a couple of weeks ago I realised quite how important it is and quite how much we don’t realise that fact.
As you may know if you read my post (HERE) a couple of weeks ago I ended up in hospital after having fainted on the way to taking Ethan to nursery. I’m still no closer to knowing why it happened (but working with dr to work it out) but knowing that it followed an off feeling that I’ve had before I know that it is possible that it could happen again.
And that’s why I’ve been having to talk to Ethan about what he needs to do if ‘Mummy falls over again’.
When we were out he was in his buggy – He’s three but he still goes in his buggy a lot, partly just because he’d get too tired after running around at nursery to then walk home, but also because I worry as the fibro means I have painful legs and sometimes get muscle weakness in my legs so I like the added security of knowing he’s safe in his buggy in case I have a problem.
And, of course, that worry was quite justified when I passed out. I hate to think about what would have happened if he wasn’t in his buggy. In theory, and quite probably, he’d have just stayed with me, he wouldn’t want to leave Mummy behind and he knew something was wrong. But he’s also a three year old who gets distracted and excited about bikes, cards, traffic lights and cats.
We were in quite a quiet area in a village which is near where we live so people didn’t find us straight away but thankfully some people did after a short while and they called an ambulance and stayed with Ethan and I. One of the ladies that stayed with us was absolutely taken with Ethan, she thought he was so fantastic, such a lovely little boy and that he was going to grow up to be a really special person – When my Mum told me that it brought tears to my eyes, that my wonderful little boy was so good and so well behaved even though he was worried about Mummy and confused about what was happening.
But, I digress, due to the worry of it happening again one day I’ve talked to Ethan about what he should do if ‘Mummy falls over again’ when we’re out for a walk and he’s not in his buggy. I’ve told him that the most important thing is that he stays with me, that he holds on to Mummy’s hand and doesn’t go off on his own. I’ve also said he can call for help (He doesn’t like not talking, ever, so he’d feel better if he was making noise and it might attract attention)
Now he’s only three, I don’t want him to have to think about these things or to even have to worry about him knowing these things but I HAVE to know that I’ve done what I can to keep him safe in case anything scary happens again.
And it really did make me think, we don’t really talk about these things with our little ones until they’re older because we don’t think we’ll need to. But what happened with me the other day proves that we Do need to, it really is better to be safe than sorry.
I’ve not talked to him about what to do if something happens to Mummy and we’re home alone because he’d just use it as an excuse to press 999 on the telephone, but when he’s older I think I’ll have a real talk to him about it.
I really hope it doesn’t happen again, as scary as it was for me, I woke up on that pavement most worried about my little boy. Turns out he was fantastic but I am glad that I’ve talked to him now and will do so again, so that he knows what to do in these situations.