Thursday 8th March 1990 Morning surgery 09.30
Today we saw a small child who would not sleep. His mother brought him in. She was distraught.
“When I put him down at night, he just stands in his cot and screams, doctor. He will carry on for hours. Sometimes, he will bang his head on the bars. If I turn the light off, it makes him worse. Going downstairs and leaving him doesn’t help. Eventually, he’ll collapse and sleep for a while but he’ll wake up again. He’s fine during the day. It’s affecting all of us. I don’t know what to do.”
My Dad said that he felt really sorry for the woman. He explained that he was a doctor and said that whether small children went to sleep or not at night was really none of his business.
The lady left in tears.
It’s really none of my business.