I had gone to bed that night hoping for a restful sleep. It was a Friday night which meant no drop off the following morning. My children all go to different schools and the toil of school runs sometimes wears me out. At around 2 AM, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was my daughter. “Umm, I don’t feel well. Can you take me to the hospital or call the doctors?”, she said.

A stream of light from the corridor followed her as she walked through the darkness of my room. My room was in total darkness. I like my room immersed in darkness for a deep healthy sleep. As she walked in, I asked her to switch the light on. With the light on, I saw a shivering young lady as pale as day and I watched as she struggled to explain how she felt. ” My chest hurts and I can’t breathe well. It hurts when I breathe” The sleepiness in me vanished and nerves in my brain connected in a multifaceted version. Indeed, the strange stage of parenting is in full swing.