Oh sweet bear, you’re finally got one of those bug thingys.
You’ve been grumpy and off your food but as your hands are constantly in your mouth feeling for those many, many little peggies you seem to have coming through ALL at the same time, I assumed it was teething again.
Yesterday I started to worry, just a little, because you wouldn’t even eat your brioche. You are the queen of brioche. It is a luxury reserved only for you and so to see you turn it away together with your other favourites was prickling my mummy instincts. They couldn’t hurt THAT much could they?
Later on, I changed your nappy and it was cream-coloured. OK, it was a bit weird but if it was just the once then it was nothing to worry about surely?
30 minutes later, another very full, very explosive pale-coloured poop arrived and so the day continued on in such a manner although you did go a few hours inbetween each after the first few times.
You still seemed yourself and everything else was fine so I tried not to become too anxious about it all.
That night I sat with you before bed on the rocking chair and, as usual, I whispered to you about what we would do tomorrow.
If you were feeling better, we would bake some biscuits and do some more painting and if the sun was shining we’d go to the park. If you still had these fowl-smelling funny-looking nappy innards then we’d be off to see the GP. Better to be safe than sorry!
I made sure that you had your vitamin before bed as I was panicking that you weren’t absorbing what you needed from your food (and you weren’t eating much anyway to be honest!) and you almost dived in to bed you were so tired. Straight to sleep you went…
This morning, I heard you gurgling away in your cot but you didn’t sound very happy so I went in to see you straight away.
Oh my girl, you were in such a state.
There was sick EVERYWHERE and you were trying to throw everything out of the cot because it must have been stinky and cold and yucky.
Your babygro was soaked with watery poop and more sick and your teddies had taken the flack as well.
You weren’t even crying, bless you, you were trying so hard to be upbeat about it all and you still smiled at me when I came to say ‘good morning’ and give you kisses.
I whisked you up out of the cot and started taking everything off and throwing it in a big heap on the floor. I cuddled you tightly as I took you in to the bathroom and you seemed much happier as I washed you and we played under the shower.
I got you dry and dressed again but before I knew it there was a horrible sound and you looked shocked. You held you hand up to your mouth and muttered ‘uh-oh’ and whilst it was incredibly cute, I felt awful for you as I changed you again from head to toe.
We went in to the living room for snuggles and you sat on my knee as we watched CBeebies. Out of nowhere you turned and looked mortified as you were sick all over us both.
I started crying, it was horrible to see you this way, your first time poorly sick but I immediately knew I had to keep it together as my crying was making you cry and I supposed to be the strong one!
The morning continued like this until you had a little nap and I snuck in to get your coat and wheel you off to the Doctors.
We were booked in for 11 but sat there for over an hour waiting to go in as he was running late as per. I should’ve known! You kept trying to fall asleep on my shoulder but with the chatter of the busy waiting room it just wasn’t happening so you wailed and sobbed your heart out until it was finally your turn.
Of course, you would never be that way with the Doctor and you turned on the charm as soon as I carried you through the door. You pranced around the room inspecting all of his instruments and paperwork as I told him what had been going on and he marvelled at you and your infectious smile. I just hoped you didn’t have anything else infectious…
He listened to my chest and then yours although I explained that you wouldn’t have fussed anyway (you love the attention!) and 10 minutes later we came away with a prescription for Dioralyte as you do indeed have a naughty tummy bug 🙁 Your first ever, it’s so unlike you to be unwell I think I’m taking it harder than most would. You are so full of energy every single day, it’s odd to see that you’re not really bothered with anything and just want to rest.
Now you’re in bed and I’m wishing so hard that you’ll wake up in the morning feeling better and back to your usual self.
I’m so proud of you for being such a tropper.
I’m so proud of you for drinking up all of your blackcurrant drink to help prevent dehydration.
I’m so proud of you for cracking a smile whilst the tears are still rolling down your eyes.
I’m so proud that you are our daughter, our wonderful little baby bear.
Sweet dreams gorgeous, I promise it’ll go away soon…
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