...goes my daughter in the room next door. I say next door, I am actually sitting typing very quietly outside her bedroom door so I can hear her breathe (I'm not mad, honest. She's only just come out of hospital from being ill again. Guv). Today was supposed to be a little birthday party. Nothing special, nothing huge. Just a little something with some close friends including some baby friends that we have made, to my pleasant surprise in the last year. Just something to celebrate how far she has come. How great she is. Instead, this morning I have had to cancel as the runny nose of the last few days has got worse and acquired a temperature that stubbornly defies Calpol in the face and a slight increase of work breathing as she is clearly incredibly bunged up in her airways. I've been alternating the inhalers and Calpol and trying to get her to rest, and it is clear she is feeling sorry for herself although not enough to stop climbing on chairs. I have also made sure I know where the numbers of NHS Direct, the out of hours GP and the hospital ward we have open-access are. Just in case, you know?
I too have The Cold, so we are both a little grumpy and have been seen in better condition. It has been hanging around since Thursday and frankly, can leave as quickly as it came. I really wish I could just write it off as a cold, top up my Lemsip with some whisky or similar and reap the joys of CBeebies on repeat but there is that horrible niggle at the
On a cheerier note:
|Exploring Birthday Present Avenue|
|Day out at Blue Reef Aquarium|
|Obligatory cake, most definitely not homemade|