How do you know?

Jason is really sick.  I considered taking him to the ER over the weekend because his cough sounded so bad.  He also had a fever but I could keep that under control easily.  Yesterdaymorning early I made an appointment for him and he has bronchitis.  He is sounding horrible. Obviously he is not at school and basically confined to bed.  (I do not have the time or energy to sit in hospital for days, so I’ll do what I can to prevent that)

Quintus on the other hand decided yesterday morning that he is feeling sick as well.  Too sick to go to school.  I thought he was giving it a bit of a lie but thing is, I’m not in his body.  How do I know if he is feeling sick or not.  So I let him stay home.  He was not sick.

I was so disappointed in him.  It’s not like him and I will not allow him to get into the habit of skipping school for an ingrown toe-nail no reason at all.  I told him that in the future if he doesn’t have  40 + fever or crawling his way to hospital he will be going to school.  Okay that’s a bit extreme but I don’t take lying well.

 

Too little to be that big

This morning at 4:30 Quintus left for the weekend with is amazing Uncle Michael.  Last year Quintus and Jason went with Michael on what they called a “Men’s weekend” to my brother in Louis Trichardt.  This weekend would have been the same thing, however Jason opted to stay and go to his friend’s birthday party.

This morning as I woke up Quintus, his body so warm from sleep and the extra heat he gets from sleeping right next to his brother, he seemed so small.  So small to do this…just him.  No Jason.

Even though Quintus and Jason fights like any two brothers, they are extremely close.  Don’t go to sleep without the other.  When they buy sweets at the school tuck shop, they will keep some for the other.  When they can they bring something back from parties they go to.  Pretty much a unit.

The night Jason decided to rather stay, Quintus cried.  He didn’t want to leave Jason behind.  He would miss him too much. 

This morning, after getting dressed and telling me a million times to tell Jason he says goodbye and he is going to miss him, he walked into their room and kissed his sleeping brother good-bye.

That’s a moment I don’t want to forget.  True, honest emotion.

 

I almost lost two of my sons

Even writing this down scares me.

The boys went to play golf with my brother and Tommie.  Totally oblivious to the danger my kids were in, I was happily following their game via WeGolf.  An amazing program.  I can see exactly where they are on the golf course, see the score card and get up to date photos.  Stunning application that.  It even shows where your shots went (on google earth no less).  While playing it tells you have far the green is from where you are standing. If I played golf, I would SO have WeGolf.  (If you want to find out about this, you can get hold of Michael 082 563 7582)

Anway, I decide to join them after the first 9 holes.  This is when I found out just how close my boys came to serious injury or even death.

Jason (6) and Zander (2) was alone on the golf cart while my brother, Tommie and Quintus was nearby getting ready for the first round.  Out of the corner of his eye, Quintus saw the golf cart pull away at full speed.  Apparently Zander had fallen off the chair to get his chips and fell right onto the petrol pedal.  They pulled off right into the direction of the river.  There is quite a steep slope and long fall before you will even reach the river.

My brother, Quintus and Tommie ran at full speed to try and catch them but there was no way they would get to them before they plunged over the edge.  In the nick of time but brother thought of screaming at Jason to turn the steering wheel.  I thank God that Jason didn’t freeze but immediately did as he was told and turned into the only safe direction they could go.   My brother said there was at the most just another 3 seconds before it would have been too late to do anything.  Another older golfer ran towards them as well but by then Zander had moved off the pedal and they were coming to a halt.

Just like that… by one/two meters, I could have lost my boys. 

Thank goodness Jason was on the golf cart.  If Zander was on it alone, he would never have made it.  Thank goodness Jason didn’t freeze (as I think most kids would).  Thank goodness they are just fine.  I could have lost my boys yesterday.

This is how close the golf course to the water.  The black arrow is about where the boys were heading.

This is where the boys were going.  You will notice that the patch of green grass right by the black arrow, is already a downward slope that would have excelerated their speed even more.

We always say you are very lucky when a ladybug lands on you.  This ladybug landed on Jason’s hand at the club house between the to 9’s.  Jason, what a lucky boy you are indeed.  So are we.  You are my little hero.

 

Hospital visit

Jason is very much the little ‘prince’ between ‘princesses’ at school.  He is a real little gentleman and most of the girls want to be his friend.

The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease. — Voltaire

One of his little friends started getting sick on Wednesday last week and went home from school during the day. Thursday (on his birthday) she went to school though. She was adamant to go to his birthday party. Half way through the party she got a fever though and went home. In the end they had to admit her to hospital and she’s been there since Saturday.

We went to visit her after school yesterday. When we got there, she was looking really pale, sick and very tired. We visited for about 30 minutes when I said it’s time for us to leave. She wanted nothing of that. She wanted Jason to stay. Her dad and I agreed that she is looking better and maybe having him there was a good thing. So he stayed.

Apparently the nursing staff came to make up her bed but then noticed the two lying in bed together and just left it lol They stayed like this, till I picked him up much later.

I love his relationships with the girls. Quite the gentleman this guy.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.
– Hubert Humphrey