I didn’t really feel like writing about this week, for a couple of reasons. One being that it has been rather pants and writing it all down shall probably delve me even further into feeling negative. And two being that nobody really wants to read a Moany Mona type post (no offence to anyone called Mona by the way).
If I’m to stay true to myself and this blog though, I have to write as I find and take the rough with the smooth so to speak. Maybe you’ve had a rough week too and shall find it comforting to know it wasn’t just you? It can sometimes feel like it is can’t it? Well, I assure you, it’s not.
Both boys have had a crappy time of it this week. It started off with broken sleep almost every night with the usually awesome sleeper that is Teddy. If you read my last post Past Midnight, you’ll know that he can sometimes wake up for a bit of a babble and a cuddle. That’s all lovely. But this week the babble party caught up with him and he became a bit of a Grinch from over tiredness. We went out for a lovely afternoon at the park with my sister, niece and nephew and all was fine. But, when we got home, he managed to get hold of a rogue drinking glass on the dining room table and smashed it, leaving him with two cuts, one on each thumb.
Seeing his hands pouring with blood and his face in pain and shock was awful. Myself and PB sprang to action, PB pressing a tea towel into his hands and myself running around cursing my first aid box disorganization. I usually have everything in one place but somehow it has all been moved over time and it soon hit me that we had run out of plasters. Not because we cut ourselves a lot, but because I managed to spill a drink over the box of them whilst they were in the baby bag some time ago.
So, we fashioned plasters out of cotton pads and micropore tape and luckily his wounds were only superficial. From the amount of crimson everywhere, I felt sick with panic that he would need stitches but luckily that wasn’t the case.
The poor thing was worn out from the shock and the pain though, so he went straight to bed without dinner or a bath.
When he woke up the following morning, he was sick. Four times he threw up, twice over myself, and I found myself wondering if it was shock and hunger or a tummy bug. Either way, he was pale, unable to keep fluids down and flopped on the sofa most of the day. I have never been so sad at having a quiet and tidy living room. By mid afternoon he started to play though, and by the evening he was right as rain.
That’s when George took a bit of a turn. We woke up to change him one morning and discovered his willy had swollen to three times its usual size and was red and inflamed. We had no food in the house so I took Teddy food shopping and PB took over with George. A call to 111, a trip to the GP and then an afternoon spent in A&E being examined by Doctors and a surgeon (gulp!) confirmed Balanitis and he was sent home intact (ha!) with a five-day course of antibiotics. To be taken three times a day and stored in the fridge.
So planning days out has been tricky because I can’t stray far from the fridge. Both babes have been tired and sore and grouchy. Which means that I have been tired and grouchy… luckily not sore.
It’s just been trying. A trying week. Patience has been short, tempers have been frayed and we all need some good quality rest and sleep. Which I thought we would get last night as we went to the park and blew away cobwebs yesterday afternoon and gained an hour from the clocks going back. But, come 2am, Teddy was awake and crying for 3 hours and George was nursing round the clock too.
Today (Sunday) should be nice though, we are off out to celebrate my Uncle’s birthday with a Sunday roast. Note how I say ‘should be’ and listen out for my trepidation. It could be a triumph to make up for a pants week or it could be a complete disaster that shall be the cherry on top of the crap cake. Here’s hoping for the former!
Additional Information and Findings from this week:
- Teddy’s speech is getting better by the day. He is gaining confidence and getting easier to understand. We missed his developmental review this week due to his sickness so am not sure if he’s reaching milestones correctly but am not worrying about all that now. Reading through the booklet they give, he’s gaining the right skills in the proper time frame so all good.
- Toddlers and babies grow, in both stature and inquisition. And they get into everything, teaming up to keep you on your toes more than an Olympian. Put glasses up high, keep a gate on the kitchen and don’t leave things like your purse, phone or keys lying around. Otherwise you will end up with the memory card on your phone full up of pictures of the floor and ceiling, your debit cards will be missing when you go to buy bread and milk and you’ll be late for an appointment because you can’t start the car.
- Baby wipes are my Swiss army knife. My deserted island product. My saviours in a jam. They clean, the mop up… They just fix everything. Puke on the floor? Grab a wipe so no-one treads in it. Crumbs all over the kitchen? Grab a wipe so you don’t have to run a sink full of water. Snotty noses and yogurt all over their chops? Wipes are your friend.
- I made up for the week’s crappy weather and luck with crafts. Baking Halloween cupcakes and colouring in animal masks was definitely a high light this week. So, there ya go, it hasn’t been all bad!