This weekend IJ has been ill with tonsillitis. She gets it often and the routine of high temperatures and general misery on her part is not new, although it's always distressing to witness.
Saturday night was one of those rare occasions when her temperature was so high she became delirious, When I went it her room to comfort her, she didn't recognise me. She continued to call out for Mummy despite the fact that I was holding her. She looked at me as if I was a complete stranger and for the first time I saw fear in her eyes as she looked at me.
She is much better today, but I'm still disturbed by the state she was in. Maybe it's because I'm tired, maybe it's because its Remembrance Sunday, but the dreadful fear that I could lose her has not gone away.She is too precious and she is all I have.
