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I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic but nothing brings on the Greek tragedy like having a sick baby. I don’t cope well.
My initial reaction to the first sign of illness is self-doubt. I spend hours debating if I need to be concerned at all. Then I wonder if I should be heading to the GP or if maybe I’m overreacting. Then I second-guess myself and panic that I haven’t panicked enough because I’m completely negligent and I should probably rush straight to the hospital. Then I tell myself it’s just a cough and I shouldn’t expose the kids to the super bugs and drunkards crawling around the emergency room so we stay home. And then I lie awake all night listening to Snuffleupagus snorts and wheezes and Google all the possible diseases my children have contracted.