As a working parent, there’s one thing I always dread after sending N off to nursery. Biting? Fighting? Bad language? Inappropriate actions that his dad’s taught him?
Nope. It’s the dreaded nursery phone call with their name flashing out on the phone display. My heart always sinks as you never know what the problem is.
This only really applied at the day nursery where he is 3 days a week. After a year of being at nursery school on the other 2 days I don’t think I’ve ever had a call from them. But day nursery we do. Thankfully N’s not a particularly ill child, or that clumsy. Plus of course, any less urgent information tends to come over via email…or text if it’s a reminder of something happening at nursery that week like jeans day, or bring your Grandparents in.
But phone calls, I just want to hide when I see the name flash up.
Of course I want to know if N’s fallen up a step and into a door frame corner, ending up with a nice bruised stripe diagonally up his face…sorted out with ice and cuddles, no need for stitches or hospital, just a check that the nose wasn’t broken at the doctors.
Sometimes it’s a call for calpol to be given. I must sound really rude on the phone, but I always dread that as calpol never really works for N. Nurofen’s much better. But also he is quite a hot child. And then of course, if the temperature doesn’t go down, then I have to pick him up, only to find that half an hour after picking him up, he’s on normal form. The bonus is that our nursery do administer medicine if required and if authorised. I’ve heard a lot won’t.
At the moment there’s the threat of chicken pox, as it’s going round again. N had chicken pox a while back, but it was really mild. He only had 5 spots. So there’s the worry that he might catch it again. Last time was a pain as he had spots but didn’t seem to have any other symptoms so trying to work from home when he was like his normal self but quarantined at home was a bit difficult.
He’s been really tired the last week or so too, so now I’m on spot look out. He does have 3 spots in a row on his back which he turned up with last week. He does react to bites the same way as his dad where I usually get off scot free. So I’ve been examining these to check if they’re blistery but thankfully they’re not. But I still got the call today to see if they could have a look at them as check there’s nothing in them – they almost looked like the centre of them was black/red, just the same as a bite I had a while back from a car boot sale.
All these bites sound like we’re grim and flea ridden, but I think being on a farm means you end up being bitten and have no idea how. I remember I came back from Tractor Ted’s show in the summer with a bite on my hip from sitting on a straw bale – it had got me through my jeans!
So the dreaded display lit up this morning with the nursery name and my heart fell wondering if I needed to get the bites properly checked in case of chicken pox. Luckily it wasn’t needed this time, and no treatment needed. But it’s still worrying with the tiredness.
I guess parents, whether children are in school or nursery are always waiting on tenterhooks for the call home about their child. It’s part of being a parent, and if you didn’t worry to some extent, you’d probably not care enough.
Do you dread the call from childcare? What’s the most unusual call from them you’ve had?