Swine flu and Little One

Last week I received an e-mail from my Little One's nursery school informing me that while there had been a bit of a swine flu scare, the little sick kiddie had been checked and the Health Department had given the all clear.
I am far from hysterial or alarmist by nature so I relaxed. But the next day there were notices stuck up all over saying that the scare was no longer a scare, there was indeed a confirmed case of the H1N1 virus at the school. *sigh* What can you you do?
Then on Friday morning at 3.45am I was woken by the screams of my little girl. I ran through to her butterfly bedroom and she wept as she told me her ear was very sore and had "did get twisted on my Tinkerbell pillow". I bundled her up and put her in bed with me. But she continued to weep, sobbing that she couldn't stop crying. She just wanted it to be morning time.
By 5.30am we were snuggling on the couch watching countless episodes of 'Charlie and Lola', the current favourite. Little One's cheeks were flushed, and her temperature soared in direct proportion to my plummeting spirits. Her throat was sore, and her body ached.
It was worrying indeed. Was this going to be one of those awful cases where journalists get assigned to write from their own experience? Was this my time to do a cheesy "what happened when my kid got swine flu" accounts?
We headed off to the doctor and Little One was thoroughly checked out. Thankfully it was just an ear infection. Not a flu bug in sight.
On Saturday morning I was woke by cheery cries of "I'm better, I'm better" as my munchkin came bouncing onto my bed.
It was a happy moment.