If you follow us on Instagram or read our posts regularly here, you know how excited we were about our half-term break and a trip to Greece to see relatives.
But things have a way of not happening as we expect them to and last Saturday, the day before we were supposed to travel, Emma started running a fever. We took her to Dalriada and explained the situation but the doctor on call reassured us it was only a viral thing and it would probably pass within a few days.
Last Sunday was a total nightmare in my books. We travelled from 11 a.m till 11 p.m., 12 hours straight; a lot of driving, changing two flights and getting lost in Athens upon arrival. All with a feverish child who needed carried and pumped with Paracetamol and Ibuprofen every two hours or so. She was very good and never complained but rest eluded us as the same scenario continued at night. I had to be up every two hours, checking her, offering drinks and fever relief so not much sleep for this mama.
On Monday, Emma seemed better and Alex had a busy day, filled with paperwork and appointments so we just tagged along and tried to enjoy the warmth (a very unusual 21 degrees!):
By the time we arrived in Patra, where my in laws live, Emma was spiking up a fever again but we put it down to tiredness and after a lovely dinner prepared by my mother in law with loads of Greek feta and fresh bread as obligatory side dishes, we headed for our hotel to rest.
We had planned so much for our three day stay in Patra but at the top of our priorities was resting and enjoying time as a family of three.
But by noon, Emma was complaining of tiredness and in the evening, as we were visiting the local organic market and buying all sorts of goodies to bring home, she unexpectedly spiked a fever again. She hadn’t all day so I knew in my gut that things weren’t as they should be.
As things weren’t bad enough, shortly afterwards, a panicked auntie
burst into our hotel room arrived with an unrequited thermometer, making our already depleted energy resources drain instantly and leading to a lot of bickering between Alex and myself. You know, I kept telling myself, my big fat Greek wedding isn’t so f….ing funny when you are not the onlooker!
On Wednesday we managed to see a local pediatrician who immediately diagnosed otitis(infection of the ear) and bronchitis(inflammation in the bronchial tubes). Emma was put on a strong antibiotic and was also given the blue inhaler to use for a week, to relieve the symptoms.
As Wednesday was our last full day in Patra we steered clear of the panicky auntie and headed to see the grandparents. Emma had dreamt of a number of things regarding this visit: having loads of bougatsa, a sweet custard pie she adores usually but had no appetite for due to the fever, and picking oranges off the tree in her grandparents’ garden.
She managed to gather enough energy to do the latter, here is my favourite picture, her Papou showing her the technique of picking a lemon off the tree:
Thursday was back to packing and travelling again, we had to drive back to Athens as we were catching a flight back to Dublin insanely early on Friday morning. We were all physically and emotionally wrecked when we finally arrived in Athens, so dinner was a quick and noisy affair of chicken skewers and salad, followed by a last stop in a sweet shop for chocolate:
I honestly wish we could rewind last week and start all over again. It has been a week full of worries and fighting, which has left me completely drained. I slept most of yesterday, in an attempt to recover my strength. Emma is feeling much better and is back to school today.
Oh, well, roll on Easter holidays, with no illness and loads of moments to cherish and enjoy, pretty please!