Unscathed from that first phone call from the nursery. (Well actually, it’s my second. The first one was a couple of weeks ago when I forgot her milk. Bad mam alert!)
But it was the first phone call asking me to come and retrieve my child.
It’s the call you dread receiving. Dread seeing the nursery’s name flash across the screen, the vibrations seeming more urgent and insistent.
In true Missuswolf style – I missed the call.
Argh. Cue even more guilt and bad Mam status.
I’d actually gone for a pee. Something I always leave to the last minute too as my mind is so preoccupied. (I’m in danger of regressing to a toddler one day. You know – when you’re so engrossed in an activity that you actually piss yourself.)
Jeez what has my life become?!
As I approached my desk I happened to glance at my phone.
And in a nano second my work persona slipped. I knew the sheer terror was etched all over my face.
A missed call from the nursery.
And a voicemail.
In that moment I wasn’t me.
I was Mam.
Full on Mam mode – heckles up, on high alert – ready to face the emergency
I forgot how to operate the voicemail. Stupid I know but my fingers fumbled.
Just ring them straight back you divvy!
No matter how much they say it’s nothing to worry about you immediately think they’ve suffocated in the sandpit.
Turns out she had a gunky eye and no amount of bathing would clear it. As there’d been conjunctivitis going round they couldn’t keep her there.
So off I trotted to collect her.
And obviously I couldn’t get a doctors appointment that day.
But I was offered a triage call back by the nurse instead.
I described the symptoms and the nurse prescribed eye drops.
She advised that as the little lady has been full of cold she’d more than likely spread this to her eye (you know – wiping snot all over her face yak!) and she’d developed conjunctivitis.
Thankfully the nursery allowed her to return the next day with her drops in tow.
As well as her previously prescribed cream for her yeast infection (for under her chin from aaaall the teething dribbles).
I was like a walking pharmacist.
Despite all this, E is still full of beans and fine in herself the little trooper.
Suppose she’s going to catch far worse over the next few years.
But on a positive note – it builds up her immune system in these early years. Hoping she’ll be match fit by the time she goes to school.
And as for me – well, I’m fine in myself too. Normal (chaotic) service has resumed.
I survived my first nursery call-out.
So from now until the next phone call, I just live in fear of the ailments spreading to me …
Love Missuswolf xxx
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