I am not sure whether I am going to be able to put myself across well enough to be understood here, but I will try. The job I do is very distressing quite often. Without putting too fine a point on it, the nature of my job involves me discovering the very worst that can happen iwhen children and young babies develop certain, common and so-called "harmless" illnesses. These complications are said to be rare, and it must be stressed that my job really does deal with the very worst cases, which always end in child death
. It is still enough to make one worry about the health of one's own child, particularly when said child develops one of these "harmless" illnesses.
Now as you know, DS has chicken pox. It sounds very run-of-the-mill, he's been quite ill with it over the past week or so, but he is now on the mend. He has a few more spots coming and it will take him a few days to fully recover. I am not asking for medical advice, so please bear with me.
The point of this post is, when people ask me how DS is, my answer is "He's OK in himself, just a few more spots..." and then change the subject. Two or three people have (no exaggeration) scoffed when I've said that and said "Oh it's only chicken pox". The people who do this, I notice, have no kids of their own. Those who do have kids have said "It is scary when they're ill, their temperature goes up so quickly, I've been there myself! Just keep doing what you're doing and keep an eye on him" kind of thing. Us Mums do tend to become quite the support network on FB whenever any of our kids gets ill (which at the moment seems constant in one way or another!). How do I politely get across the fact that I am not needlessly fretting over him (I am realistic enough to know the signs of complications developing and I have never, ever mentioned that (for fear of sounding paranoid!) There has been a spate recently of people posting on FB " Another stomach upset" or "DD is ill AGAIN so no sleep!" and we all support each other, so there is no baby-jacking here.
I need an eHell approved response if there is one. It's beginning to annoy me. I simply smile, bean dip and make an excuse to get far away from that person. On one level I know I am worrying about nothing, I know DS is fine, I know he will no doubt get over this and a gazillion other illnesses and injuries before he's 4. I don't need to be told that the part of my brain that pipes up with "But it could turn into x, y or z" is the irrational part, awoken by whatever horrid report I have just had to type up.
The rest of the time, I don't think about that sort of thing (if I thought about it all the time I would drive myself insane!).