The 3 year old bit his tongue quite badly on Saturday and has been in pain whilst eating ever since.
For two days mealtimes were a nightmare. Being the compassionate mother that I am I told him to “bloody well get on an eat”. On day three when I realised that he hadn’t had his usual quota of chocolate, sweets or biscuits for 48 hours I decided to make an appointment with the Dr. The Dr told me it was a rather bad wound and prescribed him a special numbing spray.
I was guilt ridden but at the same time did wonder if the numbing spray would render his tongue numb enough so that he wouldn’t be able to ask the 345th ‘Why?’ of the day.
Anyway, because of the tongue problem the boy who always sleeps has decided to wake between 2 and 3am for the three C’s; a cry, a cuddle and the required dose of Calpol.
Last night, before he went to bed, I sprayed his tongue and placed the Calpol in a place where I would find it in the dark whilst stumbling round at 2am.
At precisely 2.44am he woke crying. By the time I’d stumbled out of bed, tripped over my hair straightneners, remembered where the Calpol was and reached him he was asleep again.
I sat next to him and made sure he was tucked in and toasty. Then as I was leaving he said …
“Mummy, I don’t like them” he said in his sleep.
“What don’t you like darling?” I said.
“Sweets” he said.
Maybe I should remind him of this after school tonight when he makes his weekly pilgramage to the school tuck shop, clutching his shiney 20 pence piece.