It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

Remember that great song back in 1995, "Isn't it ironic" by Alanis Morissette?

I started singing that in my head since yesterday and I can't get it out.

It popped into my head because of what happened shortly after writing my last blog post.

On Friday, I was finishing up my adjusting shift when I noticed my iPhone had a missed call from my kids' school.

Uh oh.

A call from the school always gets me nervous.

(It's never been about anything serious. But still.)

They told me that my eldest wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home.

That's never happened to her.

I've never had a call from the school telling me that my kid wants to come home because they feel so unwell.

So I went to pick her up, and as soon as she saw me, she started crying.

"Mummy, I feel really achy!"

Oh boy. 

I could feel my mummy hat engage and all my worry kicked in.

But then, my doctor hat switched on and I thought, 

"Right. Home, PJs, adjustment, hydrate, sleep."

When we got home, and I got her all settled into bed, I started chuckling inside because I had JUST written on my blog about my kids and how they get adjusted to help their bodies fight off the invaders that cause the fevers.

I was like, "What? Am I being tested here?"

As Alanis sings, isn't it ironic?

From 1:00 on Friday all the way to Saturday morning, my daughter spiked a fever, slept and rested, and during moments of waking briefly I adjusted her and made sure she was as comfortable as possible.

She kept on saying her head hurt and tummy ached.

So in addition to adjusting her, I massaged her head and gave her as much attention as possible to help her fall back asleep.

I let her sleep in my bed with me overnight (my husband is used to this and knows the drill), and to my surprise, she slept very well through the night.

Feverish kids over night could mean anything.

(Nightmares, delirium, vomiting, coughing - you name it)

I also kept telling her that her body is healing and that she needs to allow it to do what it's designed to do.

This morning at 6:55 her voice woke me up as she said, "Mummy, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

I put my had on her forehead.

No fever!

"How's your tummy?"

"Um, I think it's OK. I'm thirsty. I'm going downstairs."

So she got up and didn't come back into bed.

I started hearing laughter and movement from the kids, so I got up too.

My kids were all awake and full of energy.

No ill kid in sight.

It ALWAYS amazes me.

Healthy, kids (and adults) who get their spines and nervous systems adjusted heal better, faster, and stronger.

(Without any antibiotics or paracetamol)

My daughter had that fever for less than 24 hours. And today she's had a full-on happy and normal day today.

The mummy-side of me kept checking on her, "Are you OK? How do you feel?"

She started to get annoyed with me really fast.

"MOM, I'm FINE!"


Deep down, I'm so relieved, proud, and grateful that her body did some awesome healing!

Health starts NOW. Don't forget to get adjusted!

See you soon!

— Dr MaryAnne.