I am on a children's ward with my girl.
She's been uncharacteristically off-colour for a few days. Really lethargic, and with a niggly little cough. This morning, I took her to a duty GP at her medical practice, who listened to my worries (about how she's never 'ill' ill, about her high pain threshold potentially masking problems, about how she seemed to be unusually tired). He didn't dismiss me as an over-anxious mum, and sent us to hospital.
A few hours, a few examinations, and one X-Ray later, she's in bed, in a packed ward, with oxygen being piped through her nose, and getting intravenous antibiotics for a chest infection that I suspect will keep us here for a few days. She's been watching Eastenders on a telly by her bed, with the audio being fed through the earphones I happened to have with me. I, on the other hand, have been listening to the sound of five - count them, FIVE - babies screaming.
It's going to be a long night.
[Struggling to post a song via my phone in hospital, so just imagine the video to Beastie Boys - Sabotage (from the album Ill Communication)].