Unwell Junior and an anxious mother


Junior had come down with Bronchiolitis, and the harried mater and pater went through sleepless, restless, anxious days attending to him, keeping a continuous watch on his breathing pattern and rushing him to the nearest nursing home for a shot of nebulization any time of the day or night.

Huh! Nursing a sick child can be daunting! Not to mention draining, emotionally and physically!!! 

So the last couple of emotionally demanding days saw me making some hasty emotional calls to the oraganizers of a summer camp to be conducted by me a month from now. Thoughts of ‘what if my baby falls sick during the course of the workshop’ had clouded my mind, leading to a hurried call, lest I abandon them last minute. So a well intentioned call happened, only to plan for disaster management and contingency arrangements. Call it a cluttered sleepless mind or choice of wrong words, message didn’t quite get communicated the way intended, setting alarm bells ringing loud as fire engines at all quarters concerned. What followed was a whole lot of confusion, huge amount of scepticism and a disturbed weekend (like I said, for everybody concerned), with some lucky ones going and drowning all the stress and sorrow in more tequila shots than six…huh! Where was I!

So Monday brought us back to real life, and turned out to be the day for clarifications…assurances and more assurances….huh! I was struggling for words to assure the organizers, hugely concerned about the quality of the program on offer! God knows, it helps for us to know how finicky they are about quality, setting us on the same wavelength. Finicky is exactly what we are, me and my partner, when it comes to the quality of our workshops.

With all due apologies and assurances delivered now, maybe it is time to move on and start preparing for the all important camp this summer!  
Junior in the mean time is slowly recovering, giving Mama reason to smile and crack some antics on herself again!

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