I don't really want to write another down hearted post again after yesterday's weigh in, but Wriggles has got a sniffle.
I know, I know. About 90% of babies and children and a large population of adults right now have a sniffle. If it is not one bug, it is the other bug doing the rounds. Basically, it's still technically winter and everyone has the lurgy or if they are lucky, is just getting over it.
I could, and still can, speak 'their' language "Yes doctor, my daughter is presenting with sub- and inter-costal recession with evidence of a tracheal tug and respiratory rate of 70...." better than I can sit at baby groups and talk about which brand of teething powder is superior or whatever some of the baby cliques talk about.
I was not even approaching neurotic before I had my daughter. I worried a lot, but not slightly like I do now. Not that this surprises me; having children is the greatest responsibility you could have, aside from maybe running a country or looking after desperately ill people. But I wish I could relax just a little bit. Come on brain. Five months; that's five months of getting stronger, five months of growing up, five months of immune system recovering and lung tissue being able to mend. A lot can happen in five months, she could squash this bug flat in one go now!