Back when we first started planning our trip to England, I wasn’t working. By the time the trip came around, I was employed, and things were busy. Not only was I new to the job, but the last couple of months are the busiest time of year, and then because of certain organizational changes, and certain people visiting, things were even busier. There wasn’t time to think in those last few days, let alone pack, prepare the kids, and prepare the office. Which means it was perfect timing for things to go horribly wrong.
In the week leading up to our departure, Cubby was ill, followed by myself and Spectrummy Daddy in quick succession. We all recovered, and were feeling well by Friday, the day of departure. I hadn’t been in the office for long when the call came from Pudding’s school that she was ill. I raced out to get her, and out to the doctor. She was feverish, and looked miserable, which was just how I felt.
Pudding was much more defensive than she usually is with the GP- a sure sign that she was ill. With much patience and coaxing, the doctor managed to assess her, and promptly diagnosed Tonsilitis and a chest infection. I must have looked how I felt, because the doctor told me she’d give Pudding some medicine, and she’d be fine to travel. Really? Yes, because I was her patient too, and she knows how much I needed to get away. Pudding could be treated, and would soon be back to full health.
I asked our Regional Medical Officer for a second opinion, and he concurred. The trip was still on, we just had to get the medication inside her.
That was easier written than done.
Pudding refused all medications, both tablet and syrup forms. We tried mixing it into drinks, we tried bribing her, she refused. She was not going to take that medicine! And I wasn’t, I mean I just wasn’t going to put her through that flight without medication. I couldn’t. I didn’t voice it out loud, but I mentally prepared myself for not boarding. Time ticked on, and we were sent to the gate, still without Pudding taking her medicine.
And then I saw it….a Hello Kitty fan!
Now, Hello Kitty is the tops for Pudding in terms of special interests. But fans are the most stimtastic things for Pudding. She learned at just a few weeks old that if she screamed if the fan was turned off, we’d turn it back on for her. I remember Pudding not engaging in most of the assessments during her evaluation because there was a fan in the room, and she just had to keep telling us about it, and staring at it, and spinning like it. Fans? Fans are big. Hello Kitty fans? Colossal. I instructed Spectrummy Daddy to furtively buy one.
And moments before boarding, I showed it to her. She could have it, but she had to take the medicine. And this time, no fuss, no fight. She took it all. Her temperature started to drop immediately. And for the first time that long day, she was all smiles.
As we passed through the entrance to board the plane, one of the ground staff asked Pudding if it was her magic wand. And of course, Pudding corrected her that it was a Hello Kitty fan. She was right, but it was my magic wand. And to England we did go by the grace of that Hello Kitty fan. We ended up losing it a week or so later in some motorway services in the north of England with some other Kitty paraphernalia.
I like to think that some magic rubbed off to whoever was lucky enough to hold it next. Because in spite of that truly turbulent start, the rest of the flight was smooth…and Pudding recovered quickly, and well, I’ll tell you some of the rest of our magical adventures another time.