When ‘A’ has an asthma attack there’s a sick feeling I get in my stomach that threatens to fill me with blind panic. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve dealt with the same symptoms, fearing for her safety and remembering how bad things can be is so debilitating, yet it’s at this stage that thinking clearly and getting her the right treatment is essential in preventing an emergency and finding ourselves back in A&E. When she was 18 months old (she's 7 now), A had a number of chest infections and as she came down with another I remember thinking that something wasn’t right. She was coughing constantly and began to sound wheezy. We gave her a couple of puffs of her blue inhaler and the wheezing settled, but later, things got much worse. She was hurling herself around her cot, her breathing sounded terrible and at that point we rushed her into A&E. I remember turning to look at her in the car and thinking that she looked grey. At the hospital it was clear something...
Well, after sixteen months, twelve of which spent in the privileged company of my two most favorite little people, (the first four having spent way too much time in hospital with a pretty tricky pregnancy), I have this week darkened the doorstep of my place of work again and with a mixture of sadness and genuine positivity started the new 'normal' routine, working three days a week. It's gone pretty well, the kids have settled into the new childcare arrangements brilliantly and my welcome back has been really quite lovely. I feel though, that the phrase 'work/life balance' is hanging over me ominously. I think this is pretty normal for any parent returning after a significant period of maternity or paternity leave. There's an adjustment period and there are weeks where it all runs smoothly and then there are the weeks where you're holding it all together with a diarrhea filled nappy and a Calpol syringe in one hand and a laptop, mobile and cannula pumping ...