I did it. I can’t believe I actually left V in Lagos and came to London for the week.
I was feeling absolutely fine about it, as I’d organised things for him to do every day. BUT he started coughing a little on Friday afternoon. And on Saturday he got a runny nose. I thought it was just a teething issue, but wasn’t sure. So we went to the doctor.
The doctor said he would be alright, especially since he didn’t have a temperature, but to put him on antibiotics since his tonsils were a little inflamed. I told Hub right then and there that I wasn’t going to leave the following morning. I couldn’t.
Hub was very reassuring and said to just go and that everything would be ok (I think he was trying to get rid of me). The doctor decided to put his two bits in and said to go and that there was nothing to worry about. So I went.
On Sunday morning I woke up and spent a little time with V. I got ready and said goodbye. Hub said they’d come downstairs, but I insisted they stay upstairs and watch the Wheels on the Bus (again).
I didn’t cry – but I felt wobbly and anxious. I was felt ok once we started boarding.
Row 64, don’t you know? They should have just stuck me in the toilet!
This is the first flight I’ve taken since July last year (the sixth flight) where I’ve been child-free and able to eat a meal and watch a movie.
I started watching ‘The Help’, but had to turn it off when I saw the little girl at the beginning and the tears started.
Two movies, one sitcom, one meal and a packet of wine gums later and it was time to land. I couldn’t wait – I was desperate to pee (I NEVER use the bathroom on the Lagos-London sector)!
I called Hub as soon as we landed and was (again) reassured that everything was fine. They’d played in the garden and V was feeling much better.
And now I feel much better too.
I’m in London for a week and I’m planning to make the most of it.
If I don’t freeze first!