After we returned from Norma's funeral we decided that it would be a good idea to take the boys in to the 24 hour surgery in Dunedin. Luca was running a temperature and Oscar looked like someone had socked him in the eye, although we knew this wasn't exactly the case unless he had done it to himself during his sleep. Jo was more concerned with Luca's temperature and I with Oscar's eye.
Turned out Luca was on the tail end of a viral infection and there was nothing to be done. Poor little Oscar was pushed off to the emergency department at the hospital in the buggy. After quite a few hours of rigmarole and predictable bureaucracy he eventually saw the doctor that needed to see him an he was admitted for IV antibiotics. He had a periorbital cellulitis infection. This is an infection of the soft tissue surrounding the eye socket, but can go in to the eye or back along the nervous tissue to the brain apparently.
After being poked and prodded by quite a number of people, all the poor little thing wanted was his mummy and to sleep. He was not happy when they put the IV shunt in his arm (neither was his squeamish daddy) and his big brother and mummy were quite disturbed by it all too. All the same, he was a stoic little man and after spending 2 nights in the ward with mummy was allowed to come home and sleep in his own cot! By this time he had visited everyone in the ward a few times at least, whether they were happy to have him or not, and was getting to almost climb the walls from boredom.
He has made a great recovery and is right back to his normal self now.
Note the eye and the splint on his arm in the first photo. The splint was an attempt at keeping his arm straight with the shunt in it.

Luca was happy to see his brother and play with the hospital toys; as well as celebrating a decent team winning the rugby world cup!
Daddy was very happy to be able to take him away from the dastardly place.




