Like any other mother in Germany at some point I had to pick
up my kid from the day care due to some of these reasons:
-Allergy reaction to a tomato (Dani loves tomatoes)
-There is a remote chance he ate a poisonous fruit in the
park
-He is feeling unwell with vague symptoms and for unspecific
reasons
-His poo is too soft (of course in a mother blog you need to
talk about poo at some point)
-He ate a yogurt and vomited
Like any other mother in Germany I had to take my child to
the doctor and got all red while listening to one or several of these:
-Tomato allergy is not life threatening
-This (reading a 25 characters long illness name) is
basically asymptomatic and requires no treatment
-I would not recommend making a blood test in a baby without
a solid reason
-So… he vomited once this morning… and there are no other
symptoms...
-I can suggest: homeopathy, moisturizing cream, baby
gymnastics, and other placebos
Does not matter how many times this happens, and even if it
always happens when I am on business trips, I cannot complain about it. Of course they worry about my son’s well being in the day care! Would
I prefer they don’t call me if they think he is sick? What about the other
kids? What kind of mother I am?
In these situations you can only pick up your
child, smile and say thanks. Period.
What it does bother me is what they tell you in the bi-yearly personal interview. Apparently we should worry about he making a mess when eating and the fact that he is too thin and eats too much.
What it does bother me is what they tell you in the bi-yearly personal interview. Apparently we should worry about he making a mess when eating and the fact that he is too thin and eats too much.
Having a healthy child is greater than a paid mortgage. That
relief you feel when it is confirmed your fetus has five little fingers in each
hand is for me the peak of prenatal maternal instinct. That’s why I think it is
almost insulting to worry without a good reason, just because it looks like
you are a better mum if you get hysteric once in a while and call the
pediatrician over green poo (here it is the poo again).
I know this will put me in a category lower than the
rabenmutter, if such a thing exists, but I have the feeling the personal in the
day care, and German mums in general, are overqualified and get bored with
normal children. We are talking about babies and in many cases the worst they
can do is biting with their empty gums. The moment will come when we find
marihuana in their room, but we are not there yet.
Maybe we have access to too many psychology and pediatric
books for kids. In my personal experience, 95% or motherly worries can be
answered with “it’s normal. It will get better with time” and the rest is
easily identifiable. It is when you spend the night giving suppositories and measuring his temperature. In these cases, you generally obtain from your
pediatrician real medicine, not the one you can put in your coffee when you run
out of sugar at home.
At the end of the day there is no need for anyone to
dramatize because any mother will always create some drama on herself. When the
day care calls me (always me, never my husband) my hand shakes and I run
horrific scenarios on my head. A mother can imagine dozens of horrific
scenarios per second. A film-lover mother will remember movies such as Alien
and Armageddon to spice her horrific scenarios. In short, I panic. So I decided
to take revenge with a slightly hysteric speech:
“Tomato
allergy! You called the hospital first, I suppose? How is he? Is he
breathing well?”
And this way, my dear rabenmutters, you can obtain a
slightly more realistic assessment of the situation “well, it is just a skin
rush, he is well now, maybe there is no need to pick him up after all”
Plus, this is exactly what a good mother would do, isn’t it?
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