Sunday 4th

The lowest day

The day began with rushing my nephew to hospital with a fever and finding out he had croup.  The day ended with the baby rushed to intensive care with breathing difficulties. 

I have never had a day quite like this one.  Usually in every day there is some high point, a peek of joy surrounded by despair no matter how bad the day actually is - today there was none.  I spent most of the day watching my brother slowly crumble under the stress being heaped on his little family, tears flowed as he explained the elder child's condition to the mother, who was still bed bound in hospital with the new born.

The worry caused by the laboured breathing, on top of everything else, can only be described as feeling not to wish on anyone else no matter how you feel about that person.  How can this in any way be fair?