The coin eating incident!
Bob L has always been up to mischief. One day when I was dealing with an irate Bob D, I turned round to see Bob L had a hold of some coins that I thought was (and had been) out of his reach.
Moral here is that they grow tall quickly and you need to baby proof in advance!
I realised he had a coin in his mouth, which I managed to remove. I asked him if he had swallowed the coin, he said 'yeah'. Unfortunately he says that for everything so that was not really helping.
Anyway after a phone call to the local doctors I was advised to take him to hospital. Off we rushed, pulling my other half out of a meeting, to the hospital. Luckily they saw us very quickly and reassured us that even if he had swallowed a coin, he was not showing signs of it being a problem. So off we trotted home, on poo watch for a few days. Nothing appeared and he ended up having an X-ray a few days later. All was fine in the end, no coin was swallowed. Phew.....
Croup
This was by far the worst moment I have had since having the boys! This is said without exaggeration!
Hubby was away in the UK (with no phone reception), boys had settled in bed but then Bob L woke up crying. There was a strange noise at the same time as the cry over the monitor. At first I thought the cat (who seems to be obsessed with getting into the boys bedroom) was in there.
I went into check and realised, with horror, that the noise was Bob L's breathing. I called the out of hours helpline, the nurse could hear Bob L over the phone and told me to go to A&E.
So Bob L was bundled into clothes, Bob D quickly whisked out of bed, car heated up and boys bundled into the car. To say the journey to the hospital was surreal and spooky is an understatement. The roads were empty and the fog was thick. I was panicking....
When we got to the hospital the staff were amazing. The doctor, strangely, was the same doctor from the coin eating incident. She recognised us instantly (one of the plus sides of having twins!). A nurse stayed with me pretty much the whole time, whilst Bob L was given oxygen and medicines. By the time we left the hospital the next day Bob L was breathing, almost, normally. None of us had slept. Bob D had been an angel, waiting patiently to go home (only getting upset when Bob L was crying due to the oxygen mask).
We went home, I thanked my lucky stars and we all slept. Then we counted down the hours until daddy returned home.
In a nutshell I owe the hospital staff so much, not just for treating my children, but also for keeping me calm when I felt lost and panicky.
Let's hope we don't have to go back though....
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