It started on Friday- My day off!
Daniel was very agitated most of the day and really didn't want to do much, we met mum and dad for lunch but he wasn't really interested in eating ( very unusual for him!) and mum even commented that she would be surprised if he didn't come down with something....
All seemed ok at bed time and we settled down to a nice haggis dinner and a glass of vino, I had just gotten myself into a deep sleep when I was awoken by shouts of "mummy!" followed by the dreaded sound of sickness. That continued on the hour every hour until about 6 a.m..
Saturday of course is a work day for me and so I took myself off to do Kidschurch ( unfortunately not making it to the Hoo clear up as was still in my P.J.'s!!) having only had about 2 hours sleep. I felt emotionally shattered but not too bad and isn't it often the way when you are at your lowest awesomeness occurs. We had a family with 5 children really keen to have all children baptised and they also want to get involved in whatever we decide to do to help Chattenden and even came up with some really viable ideas...exciting stuff!
Having survived Saturday and a staff supper on 2 hours sleep I thought we were through the worst and looked forward to a fun filled Sunday! Again all seemed well, Daniel slept until 7am and although still was tender seemed much brighter and so I left him happily playing cars as I plodded off to work.
My first Sunday experience was a strange one that I can't explain, I was doing the sermon at both services and had been anxious about it having spent many an hour on it. I got up to speak and began with a little story, as I like to do, and then I felt a real pressure on my chest, it was like I had something sat there trying to stop me from speaking! However I took some deep breaths and slogged through determined to get the message across, the feeling passed as soon as I finished and I managed to deliver the talk at All saints without any difficulty.
I was just about to set off for home to collect the boys to go out for a much needed lunch when the phone rang and Marc shouting down the phone, Sue come home now it's an emergency, Daniel has a cut finger and its really bleeding!
I am not one for speed but I have never driven so fast ( within the limit of course!) in all my life. I was anxiously terrified at what I was going to find when I got home and very aware that Marc is scared to death of blood. I opened the door and found a very grey Marc holding onto Dan's finger for dear life looking like he was going to faint...To cut a gruesome story short I got them together threw them in the car and shot off to the hospital. it transpires Marc was cutting Daniel's finger nails and he wiggled!!
3 hours of waiting at the hospital with me holding pressure and elevating his finger it finally stopped bleeding 5 minutes before we saw the nurse and manged to get him relatively easily cleaned up!
So not the most relaxing weekend, we feel exhausted emotionally and physically but just so grateful that Daniel seems to be on the mend, he isn't badly hurt and Marc seems to have come out of his shock. We are also grateful that we have a system where we can just jump in the car, turn up and receive help! And of course it is amazing how a quick arrow prayer can really help, it calmed me, a usualyl emotional wreck when Dan is hurt, into a person who could instinctively deal with a very messy situation. And finally how difficult but essential it is to have to switch from Rev Sue, to mummy Sue!
I wouldn't really want to make such events so public but they really have had a profound effect on us in many ways.
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