As I’ve gotten older it has become more and more apparent to me how success means different things to different people. When I was younger success definitely meant making loads of money and having nice things. I think that living with my mother shaped this perception considerably. What other people thought of her was always
So on Friday, not long after I posted my last blog post, I got a call from the day mother saying Babyice’s fever was back, he was ‘pap’ (no energy) and that he was talking ‘deurmekaar’ (not making sense). PANIC STATIONS. I felt even worse for not giving him medication earlier and immediately phoned Rudi
Woohoo! He did it! I did it! 5 nights in a row! *victory lap* Thanks to Gina and Paul who nudged me into doing this when I was at my wits end. Thank you for all the words of encouragement, support and cheering me on from the comments section. Your support has meant the world
Oh what a night! It was perfect. Pure bliss! I sat with him for about two minutes after I put the light off. He kept sitting up. I tried to put him down again, but he refused. I kissed him, said goodnight, ‘shhh’, ‘doe doe’ and walked out. He cried and I left him.