Well that was a waste of a weekend! Our little man hardly ever gets sick but during the early hours of Friday, he was struck down with a horrid stomach bug. This resulted in the poor mite plastering his high sleeper bed, his desk, (and his brand new laptop), the full length of the corridor, the top of the stairs, our bedroom and both bathrooms with vast amounts of vomit. I’ve never seen so much sick if I’m honest and neither Paul nor I quite knew where to begin with the cleanup. It was quite literally up the walls! I’ve …
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Whilst we’d planned to spend the day celebrating at the Sandcastle with the kids, Blackpool was put on the back burner following a restless night with our little lady. Poor E still isn’t herself, she’s struggling with a nasty cough and to be honest it’s just as well as Paul seems to have come down with some sort of stomach bug. It hasn’t been the best birthday for Paul this year, he’s told me as such which makes me feel pretty bad but I’m no doctor so what can I do?! I’m not entirely impressed with having spent the past …
Whilst I’d made a long list of plans for the half term, I have put them to one side for the time being as both J & E began their holidays with a bug. Having spent the weekend resting and recuperating, I’m hoping that we can get things back on track and get out and about whilst we have the time together. E spent the majority of the weekend either snuggling on the sofa or glued to my side, I hate seeing her unwell and other than cuddles and Calpol, there’s very little else I can do. Despite being a …
The past twenty-four hours have been hellish, poor E has had us both fraught with worry as she developed an incredible fever throughout the night. Despite dosing E with Calpol (children’s paracetamol), stripping her down and placing a cold cloth upon her forehead her temperature continued to rise up and down spiking at 39.6 degrees celsius earlier this morning. Poor E was shivering and rambling like a drunked as Paul and I desperately tried to cool her down. I had my phone at the ready on my bedside table and half expected to be dialling 999 and driving fifty minutes …
I’d fully intended to work my way through a list of jobs throughout this week but being a parent plans can change at the flick of a switch. Following partying hard on Sunday afternoon E didn’t seem too bright that evening when I put her to bed, she woke hot, clammy and coughing within the early hours of Monday morning and as a result we kept her off School for the day to recuperate. Typically by lunch time that day E seemed to have bounced back to her normal self and was busy keeping me on my toes demanding entertainment …