Well my boys really ill now although I don't mean he's all feeble and falling to pieces, I mean he's now got medicine to take to try and deal with the inflammation in his ear. Everyone who's been around him has fallen victim as well although as his extremely hardy father, I only suffered a runny nose for about 36hours - that was it, I was right back to normal after that and making sure everyone knew just how indestructible I was :p
Anyway, he's on some sort of penicillin and with his mother trying to turn me paranoid by telling me her brother and auntie react really badly to penicillin, I was keeping my eye on the little tyke. He went down at his normal time and I kept checking in on him whilst playing my Vampire game with da-B-man and Annalee. Before I knew it, it had just left half two in the morning!!
Whoops.
So, I did one last check on the boy before I headed to bed and there he was half-way up his cot (he's developed the wriggling ability now) wide awake with his nappy swollen up down by his knees. I take him out cot careful not to smile or speak because I want him to realise it's still bed time and not fun-time-with-daddy. Even changed his nappy in the dark although thankfully it was just seriously wet as opposed to dirty or else I'd have been putting my fingers into it.
With that all done, I put him back to bed and tucked him in tight but would he settle? Would he hell as like! He started screaming the place down and I'm rushing back through to pick him up. This repeats a couple of times so I try and be a smart cookie by bringing him onto my bed. Not so smart in all honesty. He spent the time there babbling and giggling away and also trying to rip the skin off my face with his talons +2. By this point I'm verging on exhaustion and I can feel my eyelids desperately wanting to fold before the young one rips them off completely.
Then I decide to go through to his room and sit on the spare bed to see if he'll fall asleep on me. WOOO!! He does and after ten minutes, I put him back in his cot and sneak through to mine. Five minutes later I can hear him starting to scream again so I rush through once more.
Ended up he just couldn't sleep horizontally so I had to put him in his sloped chair and I slept on the spare bed beside him. Things didn't get quiet until about half three in the morning :( Little swine took great pleasure in waking me up by trying to pull my duvet off me - kid you not.
Hopefully this was all as a result of the cold he has and nothing to do with the medicine.
Saturday, 5 January 2008
No rest for the wicked
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Labels: crying, illness, sleep, the first year
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(((((((((Hugs))))))))) to you both! I hope he's feeling better really soon!
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