Actually I'm going to rant here a bit (not that unusual for me to be fair)
I had the fun of being sat in A and E this evening when Ds2 managed to trip over his own feet , throw a train through the air to safety ,head butt it mid flight and then land on the ground floor stairgate....resulting in a small cut on the head that of course bled like Niagara falls when belezebub pops over for a visit
As any over protective parent does...i grabbed him and ran for the car and straight to A and E (head wound....copious bleeding....a little shamefaced with the glue and steristrips on the grounds I clearly firmly believed his head would fall off)
In the waiting room,the one place that no matter how cheery and upbeat you are in front of the children....every one knows you are all sat there with the internal dread of what If?...what if this is worse than I think? What if this mysterious fever turns out to be worse ? What if this broken digit gets infected and leads to sepsis?
I saw no judging ,I saw no belittling , I saw a crapload of worried parents helping each other out , sharing toys , reassuring each other that little tarquin did that at 2 and he's absolutely fine....gettong each other water because although they are strangers everyone knows the sight of an exhausted mother about to cry
I shockingly did not see anyone turn their nose up because of a pouch
Half the toddlers were wandering around in nappies because they had temperatures and were hot...noone said or seemed to be judgey at all
Ds2 had blood half way down his face and was yelling trains at every opportunity and I got laughs and reassurance
But yes please let's focus on pouches 