All Swedish children in winter are covered with snot to the collar. And that’s okay

All Swedish children in winter are covered with snot to the collar. And that’s okay»

Swedish children in winter

Swedish children in winter

And all that is written there is the official position of the Swedish health system, the basis of the local approach to health.

For those who are particularly anxious, there is also a 24-hour telephone number where nurses are on duty.

They are unlikely to give you more information than the site itself (often they just read excerpts from there), but at least give you the illusion of human involvement and authoritative opinion at the other end of the tube.

Having this manual saved my mental health. When Sophia was born, we decided that I would sit with her for the first year, and the second year she would not go to the garden, like all decent Swedish babies, but would stay at home with dad while I went to school.

But I was, as usual, smart and efficient — and immediately after Sonka’s birth put her in line in the pretentious Montessori garden-nothing really hoping, just came over me something.

Great was my surprise when at the end of Sonya’s first year we received an invitation to a private kindergarten, where there is a queue of thousands of children.

An offer that could not be refused. As a result, dad still went to the decree, but from the age of one year Sonya began to spend 15 hours a week in the garden.

When Sonia went into the garden, the classic hell began. The child was ill continuously: a couple of days in kindergarten-a week with a high temperature.

A couple of days in the garden — and a rash all over the body. A couple of days in kindergarten-and snot to the knee, cough, fever and sores in the mouth. And so every week, all year, every time something new.

The most juice was that my child in periods of cold ceased to eat human food, wanted only a breast. Since I’d started school and couldn’t be home all the time, Sonya, from a thick-cheeked, creased, burly boy, had gone to zero and looked like a little prisoner in some not-so-good place.

But in all this constant hell (I myself was constantly sick to the beat of the child, only more seriously and longer), I did not worry about only one thing — about the child’s health.

The approach of Swedish mothers and the General attitude of health care gave me confidence that children are made of very strong material; that there are very few symptoms that are worth worrying about and starting to act; that diseases of the first year in the garden is the absolute norm necessary for the formation of immunity.