Oh hey, sorry about the silence here - I'll keep it fairly brief.
The main thing keeping from the computer is that The Toddler got sick. It was a bit of a sniffle, then a cough, then watery eyes and then it kept going and going and going and then she was vomiting phlegm on my bedroom floor and it was taking everything I had not to just pack up and move away. The only thing going for her was that it happened during a coughing fit, as opposed to a gross 'proper' vomit, so my sympathy spew vibe didn't take over.
The most annoying part of The Toddler being sick is that she gets really annoying. It's like everything is a hassle, she isn't so much hot and cold as she is cold and cold, and she is in extra need of cuddles but partners that with an increased desire to lick things and put her hands on your face / in your mouth / all over your food / in your glass. It got to a point where my dad asked me who was the adult, after I complained that I couldn't always resist my urge to mock her back in her own voice when she once again whinged something at me, and my answer was that there was none - that there was a baby looking after two other babies and who on earth let it get to this. But then, after she asked to go to the doctor and we got given a script for antibiotics 'just in case', and then daycare mentioned that she had coughed all day and it would be worth giving them to her, she is finally on the mend. Yesterday was the first day in many many days that was a joy, and today proved it wasn't a fluke. I'm reminded of the last rough patch I had, just before a language explosion, and I know I need to focus on celebrating the good times and making positive interactions - I cringed when I heard The Toddler tell a crying Bubby 'Enough!', it's hard to see your flaws presented back at you for what they really are.
This was combined with The Bubby teething. Except that she didn't actually have any teeth until today - three weeks later. She had all the signs - drool, red cheeks, more drool, grabbing at her mouth, bumpy jaws - for three weeks. I am hoping she teeths similar to The Toddler, two at a time. If there a little upset or a lot upset, you can't do anything differently, but teething in twos means less instances. She is also going through a bit of a clingy phase - she cries if I leave her, then calms a little, then starts again if she sees me and realises I am not with her. As of today, she also has the cough and watery eyes of The Toddler, and The Husband is coming down with it too. With the exception of a 230 feed last night, she is also down to four feeds a day and sleeping 12 hours at night - she is still such an angel, such a delight.
It's something we're both going to need to work through as next week I have to leave her down on the floor at daycare so she starts getting used to it before she starts next year.
I have also had my ups and downs - as above, I've got to start getting my head back in to being a working mum. I had a bit of a ramble at my boss about what I liked and didn't like about work and we had a good chat and I'm a lot more excited about returning. I'm also excited about returning as a size 12 (yay!) but also settling in to the fact that this is it - there won't be any more babies to break up the next 30 years or so of my working life. So I need to work out what I want to do, and do it.
That's not so brief. I hope to be back in the swing of it now!
Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Eczma
The Toddler has had itchy/scratchy skin for a while now, so I decided it was time to do something about it.
A trip to the chemist left us with some treatment cream and the advice to stop putting anything in her bath water, other than QV wash.
I hope it clears enough that we don't need to go down the path of working out if there is a food that we should avoid that is causing the reaction...
A trip to the chemist left us with some treatment cream and the advice to stop putting anything in her bath water, other than QV wash.
I hope it clears enough that we don't need to go down the path of working out if there is a food that we should avoid that is causing the reaction...
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Trust
Last night, I was bathing The Toddler and noticed something red in the corner of her eye - the eye that she had scratched at daycare last week. When I asked if it was sore, she said no. When I asked if it was itchy, she said no, and pointed to the eczema on her back and said 'just that'. I couldn't get it out with a facewasher or water.
I googled sty's and eye infections while The Husband dressed her for bed, and I drafted a post in one of my online mothers group asking what they would do. Then I deleted it because I knew the answer would be to take her to the doctor in the morning if I was worried.
Then the husband brought her out so I could do her stories ("mummy do it!") and I noticed the piece of bright red cotton on her cheek, no longer in her eye.
*****
Then it was 9pm and the baby had only fed four times - 6am, 8am, 12pm and 4pm. She had slept most of the afternoon away and I wasn't sure what I should do. I drafted another post in the online group, but then deleted it when I realised I would have replied to myself with 'wake her and feed her if you're worried'.
When I woke her at 930 her nappy was dry, but she fed fine and was otherwise herself. She woke again at 4 for a feed, and 6 for half a feed and a cuddle in bed while we waited for The Toddler to wake up.
*****
I'm so quick to ask for reassurance, that I often forget to check with myself first.
I googled sty's and eye infections while The Husband dressed her for bed, and I drafted a post in one of my online mothers group asking what they would do. Then I deleted it because I knew the answer would be to take her to the doctor in the morning if I was worried.
Then the husband brought her out so I could do her stories ("mummy do it!") and I noticed the piece of bright red cotton on her cheek, no longer in her eye.
*****
Then it was 9pm and the baby had only fed four times - 6am, 8am, 12pm and 4pm. She had slept most of the afternoon away and I wasn't sure what I should do. I drafted another post in the online group, but then deleted it when I realised I would have replied to myself with 'wake her and feed her if you're worried'.
When I woke her at 930 her nappy was dry, but she fed fine and was otherwise herself. She woke again at 4 for a feed, and 6 for half a feed and a cuddle in bed while we waited for The Toddler to wake up.
*****
I'm so quick to ask for reassurance, that I often forget to check with myself first.
Monday, 19 August 2013
Four month needles
Another few weeks pass, another round of needles required.
The poor little petal did better than last time, but it is just. so. sad.
Because she isn't much of a crier, when she cries out in pain, she really makes you feel it.
She also decided to spit out most of the oral immunisation, so hopefully she is still covered (the nurse was suctioning the spit off her chin to give back to her!).
The poor little petal did better than last time, but it is just. so. sad.
Because she isn't much of a crier, when she cries out in pain, she really makes you feel it.
She also decided to spit out most of the oral immunisation, so hopefully she is still covered (the nurse was suctioning the spit off her chin to give back to her!).
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Blood nose
The other night, I was administering saline spray up The Bubby's nose, as per usual - I have been doing this almost every feed, especially overnight, as she is often sounding stuffy.
Unfortunately, not as per usual, she decided to throw her head around in that newborn fashion while I was spraying up her nose.
Ouch.
She screamed, and cried, and I started feeding her and she settled.
But there was blood on her nose, on her cheek and on me.
I felt so terrible - she was upset for less than a minute, but it turned my stomach to see her covered in blood. There were moments where I wouldn't have been surprised if I was about to be sick. Heartbreaking and stomach wrenching, my poor sweetheart.
She was fine the next morning, and there was just one snottie that had old blood on it. But I'm only using the spray when totally necessary from now on.
Unfortunately, not as per usual, she decided to throw her head around in that newborn fashion while I was spraying up her nose.
Ouch.
She screamed, and cried, and I started feeding her and she settled.
But there was blood on her nose, on her cheek and on me.
I felt so terrible - she was upset for less than a minute, but it turned my stomach to see her covered in blood. There were moments where I wouldn't have been surprised if I was about to be sick. Heartbreaking and stomach wrenching, my poor sweetheart.
She was fine the next morning, and there was just one snottie that had old blood on it. But I'm only using the spray when totally necessary from now on.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
Cold
There is nothing sadder than a tired and sick baby croaking out for a feed at 4am.
Made sadder because they fed at 1am and I am bone achingly tired trying to recover from this cold, but still pretty freaking sad to hear.
Made sadder because they fed at 1am and I am bone achingly tired trying to recover from this cold, but still pretty freaking sad to hear.
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Sinking
My parents very kindly agreed to look after the girls for a few hours this afternoon so that The Husband and I could get out of the house together and do some exercise. We decided to go swimming because he was already doing that, I learnt how to late last year, and it's one of the three exercises I'm allowed to do because my pelvis is still (STILL!) splitting (although at the last appointment it had only split front to back, not front to back and up and down).
From there, it all went downhill.
- Swimming' isn't really a together sport. It's not particularly social, even if you are in the same lane.
- I wasn't even able to kick myself 12 metres (using arms and legs) before I needed to stop for air.
- I headed down to the deep end to make sure I was comfortable with it (having never swum in water where I couldn't touch the bottom). I headed down to the bottom and realised that no, I was not comfortable with it. I couldn't touch the bottom when I was quite a bit under.
I did a total of 150m freestyle using the board in about 15 minutes with about 8 breaks before I announced to The Husband that I was bored. It was boring, my shoulder hurt, and I sucked more than I remembered. I told him to keep going and I didn't expect him to anything about it. And then I did another 75m of just my legs and the kickboard before I lost the kickboard down the deepend.
Great.
I managed to grab the lane rope and pull myself forward to get enough momentum to swim to where I could stand, and then I had to wait for the husband to swim another few laps before he bumped in to the board and realised I'd stopped. He returned it and I could feel myself losing it, so I got out and headed for the showers for a good old silent cry in the showers. Awesome.
It set off a whole bunch of feelings. There was the fact that I had to get in to swimmers in the first place (ick). The fact this was something I thought I was okay with, and I wasn't. The fact that I felt like I'd cornered my parents in to agreeing to look after the babies and it was a waste. That it was so easy for The Husband and so easy for me. That it was meant to be time we got out and spent together and it wasn't. That it was one of the few times I've been out baby free and this is how I was spending it.
Urgh.
From there, it all went downhill.
- Swimming' isn't really a together sport. It's not particularly social, even if you are in the same lane.
- I wasn't even able to kick myself 12 metres (using arms and legs) before I needed to stop for air.
- I headed down to the deep end to make sure I was comfortable with it (having never swum in water where I couldn't touch the bottom). I headed down to the bottom and realised that no, I was not comfortable with it. I couldn't touch the bottom when I was quite a bit under.
I did a total of 150m freestyle using the board in about 15 minutes with about 8 breaks before I announced to The Husband that I was bored. It was boring, my shoulder hurt, and I sucked more than I remembered. I told him to keep going and I didn't expect him to anything about it. And then I did another 75m of just my legs and the kickboard before I lost the kickboard down the deepend.
Great.
I managed to grab the lane rope and pull myself forward to get enough momentum to swim to where I could stand, and then I had to wait for the husband to swim another few laps before he bumped in to the board and realised I'd stopped. He returned it and I could feel myself losing it, so I got out and headed for the showers for a good old silent cry in the showers. Awesome.
It set off a whole bunch of feelings. There was the fact that I had to get in to swimmers in the first place (ick). The fact this was something I thought I was okay with, and I wasn't. The fact that I felt like I'd cornered my parents in to agreeing to look after the babies and it was a waste. That it was so easy for The Husband and so easy for me. That it was meant to be time we got out and spent together and it wasn't. That it was one of the few times I've been out baby free and this is how I was spending it.
Urgh.
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Saline
The Bubby has picked up a cold.
The doctor said that it shouldn't be as bad as The Toddler or I would be, because she should be getting my anitbodies. At the moment she has a sad little cough, chest congestion (it sounds like she needs to cough up milk) and a snuffly nose. She doesn't have a temperature and her chest is clear, so she just needs to be kept warm and plenty of fluids.
We went to dinner with the inlaws last night and she was relatively settled and didn't cluster feed (which leads me to believe she is comfort feeding rather than hungry feeding). I fed her at around 9:30 after we got home and got The Toddler to bed. Then she woke at 1:30 for a feed (unusual, but she hadn't had those cluster feeds). Then at 3 she woke up screaming, but settled in less than a minute of me rocking the bassinet. And then at 4 the humidifier set off the smoke alarm (twice, once when it was on the dressing table with the batter still in).
But I gotta say, she was cranky at 1am. A tired, congested, hungry, gassy baby doesn't want to have saline squirted up her nose at 1am. But she's hungry because she's a baby and didn't cluster feed because she was tired, she's gassy because she's congested and hungry and not feeding properly, and she's tired because she's gassy and congested. It's a terrible little circle of life.
The doctor said that it shouldn't be as bad as The Toddler or I would be, because she should be getting my anitbodies. At the moment she has a sad little cough, chest congestion (it sounds like she needs to cough up milk) and a snuffly nose. She doesn't have a temperature and her chest is clear, so she just needs to be kept warm and plenty of fluids.
We went to dinner with the inlaws last night and she was relatively settled and didn't cluster feed (which leads me to believe she is comfort feeding rather than hungry feeding). I fed her at around 9:30 after we got home and got The Toddler to bed. Then she woke at 1:30 for a feed (unusual, but she hadn't had those cluster feeds). Then at 3 she woke up screaming, but settled in less than a minute of me rocking the bassinet. And then at 4 the humidifier set off the smoke alarm (twice, once when it was on the dressing table with the batter still in).
But I gotta say, she was cranky at 1am. A tired, congested, hungry, gassy baby doesn't want to have saline squirted up her nose at 1am. But she's hungry because she's a baby and didn't cluster feed because she was tired, she's gassy because she's congested and hungry and not feeding properly, and she's tired because she's gassy and congested. It's a terrible little circle of life.
Friday, 7 June 2013
Under the weather
We may have found a reason for The Toddlers extreme toddler-ness.
She's had a cough for almost two weeks now - one of the casualties of going to daycare. On the phone to The Husband on Wednesday, he mentioned how she had coughed a lot all through the night and we decided to take her to the doctor, rather than be one of those parents who don't take their child's health seriously soon enough and then rock up with a child with pneumonia.
She has a middle ear infection and bronchitis.
Whoops.
The antibiotics seem to be helping (and she loves taking them!), and I'm so relieved that's making a return to her lovely (albeit cheeky and stubborn) self.
She's had a cough for almost two weeks now - one of the casualties of going to daycare. On the phone to The Husband on Wednesday, he mentioned how she had coughed a lot all through the night and we decided to take her to the doctor, rather than be one of those parents who don't take their child's health seriously soon enough and then rock up with a child with pneumonia.
She has a middle ear infection and bronchitis.
Whoops.
The antibiotics seem to be helping (and she loves taking them!), and I'm so relieved that's making a return to her lovely (albeit cheeky and stubborn) self.
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Hips
The Bubbys hips are good.
Thank Gawd.
It wasn't until I was lunching with a friend afterwards that I realised how unprepared I was for a bad result.
She'll go back for another ultrasound at five months to double check that it continues to grow normally, but it had 61% coverage as at last week.
So relieved to have dodged this bullet.
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
6 week needles
Same as the last baby, we had to get six week needles done.
I'm just glad The Bubby doesn't have tears yet - so she just looked angry rather than sad.
The poor little thing - she was very vocal about not liking it, and it seemed to take longer than I remember, and she 'cried' longer than I remember. Even halfway through the feed afterwards, she was still pretty distraught.
(Though, she did only wake at 3:30 and 7:30 last night!)
I'm just glad The Bubby doesn't have tears yet - so she just looked angry rather than sad.
The poor little thing - she was very vocal about not liking it, and it seemed to take longer than I remember, and she 'cried' longer than I remember. Even halfway through the feed afterwards, she was still pretty distraught.
(Though, she did only wake at 3:30 and 7:30 last night!)
Friday, 19 April 2013
Home visit
As part of the whole birth thing here, you get a visit from the maternal and community heal nurse some time in the first two weeks after your baby is born.
When The Toddler was born, the nurse came within a few days. I suspect this is because the nurses could sense my apprehension about being at home and I charge of a baby. This time, the midwife told me not to expect to be seen until a fortnight.
They visited today.
And everything is great,
The Bubby is 20g up from her birth weight, which is apparently a big deal (particularly as her last feed was 3.5 hrs before she was weighed).
This weight gain means there is nothing to worry about in terms of her going around 4 hours between feeds (rather than the standard 3), and also because she is producing lots of wet nappies and chunky cheesy yellow poop (so glamorous).
It seems we have a good combination going of good supply and an efficient feeder.
Fingers crossed it stays this way!
When The Toddler was born, the nurse came within a few days. I suspect this is because the nurses could sense my apprehension about being at home and I charge of a baby. This time, the midwife told me not to expect to be seen until a fortnight.
They visited today.
And everything is great,
The Bubby is 20g up from her birth weight, which is apparently a big deal (particularly as her last feed was 3.5 hrs before she was weighed).
This weight gain means there is nothing to worry about in terms of her going around 4 hours between feeds (rather than the standard 3), and also because she is producing lots of wet nappies and chunky cheesy yellow poop (so glamorous).
It seems we have a good combination going of good supply and an efficient feeder.
Fingers crossed it stays this way!
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Spotty baby
This morning started in a bit of a rush. I'd woken up at midnight, 2:00, 3:30, and 5:00. It was about 6:20 and I could hear the husband fiddling around with his alarm clock. Except it kept going and going. And then I realised that it was making a clicking sound instead of playing the radio and the husband was already five minutes late for meeting his friend to ride to work.
He leapt out of bed and dashed out, being fairly quiet considering what was going on, and I heard the baby stir. I waited her out for 10 minutes before I started to get myself ready for work - by the time I'd brushed my hair and got dressed, she was quiet again. I was able to eat my breakfast in piece, and be all ready to go with five minutes to spare before I needed to leave for my sister-in-law's house (so just enough time to get her dressed and in the car).
And when I crept in to her room and took off her nappy, I noticed some spots. And then I noticed them on her legs. And then I took her shirt off and saw them on her arms and front and back.
Greaaaaaaaaaaat.
From what I could pull together online, her rash wasn't dissapearing under a glass (as far as I could tell - everything is so much more complicated when it's in relation to a baby!), so I needed to get her seen to. It probably also wasn't a good idea to take her to see her 8 month old cousin.
The earliest we could get an appointment was 9:45, so I got back out of my work gear and in to my track pants.
The doctor said her rash was like the measles, but wasn't measles. She was to keep away from babies and pregnant women (ha!). As I'd 'already been exposed' it didn't change anything for me, but the big thing was to do lots of hand washing.
Overall, she's otherwise fine. She fell on her butt when I came out of my room and closed the door, and then she sat and got sadder and sadder, but a cuddle sorted her out. After lunch, she walked over and put her head on my leg, and when I carried her to bed she rested her head against me the whole time. What followed was just over an hour of chattering in her cot and running around, and only 20 minutes of potential nap time, but that's pretty standard.
I'm glad she doesn't seem too much different - I hope it passes soon and she feels fine. And I'm so glad it's not anything worse.
He leapt out of bed and dashed out, being fairly quiet considering what was going on, and I heard the baby stir. I waited her out for 10 minutes before I started to get myself ready for work - by the time I'd brushed my hair and got dressed, she was quiet again. I was able to eat my breakfast in piece, and be all ready to go with five minutes to spare before I needed to leave for my sister-in-law's house (so just enough time to get her dressed and in the car).
And when I crept in to her room and took off her nappy, I noticed some spots. And then I noticed them on her legs. And then I took her shirt off and saw them on her arms and front and back.
Greaaaaaaaaaaat.
From what I could pull together online, her rash wasn't dissapearing under a glass (as far as I could tell - everything is so much more complicated when it's in relation to a baby!), so I needed to get her seen to. It probably also wasn't a good idea to take her to see her 8 month old cousin.
The earliest we could get an appointment was 9:45, so I got back out of my work gear and in to my track pants.
The doctor said her rash was like the measles, but wasn't measles. She was to keep away from babies and pregnant women (ha!). As I'd 'already been exposed' it didn't change anything for me, but the big thing was to do lots of hand washing.
Overall, she's otherwise fine. She fell on her butt when I came out of my room and closed the door, and then she sat and got sadder and sadder, but a cuddle sorted her out. After lunch, she walked over and put her head on my leg, and when I carried her to bed she rested her head against me the whole time. What followed was just over an hour of chattering in her cot and running around, and only 20 minutes of potential nap time, but that's pretty standard.
I'm glad she doesn't seem too much different - I hope it passes soon and she feels fine. And I'm so glad it's not anything worse.
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Fathers Day
Today was the husband's second Fathers Day.
He got a little sleep in, then surprised in bed by the baby and I and a bag of gifts. Although, the baby didn't seem to understand, and she opened most of the gifts for her daddy.
He got a 30 minute meals cookbook, a book on head massage, and a 'Spot loves his Dad' book. He got a few jumpers (he has been exercising and watching his meals, so he has lost weight and never seems to have enough jumpers), some singlets, a coffee-grind-collecter and a toblerone. He felt very spoilt.
We went to the markets (as we do every Sunday) and we had a cinnamon scroll after our egg / egg & bacon rolls. The baby was in a good mood all day, until she woke up from her second nap.
She woke up in a cranky mood, and she cuddled in to the husband and looked really put out as he held her. Then, while I was changing her nappy, she started to bawl. She was reaching for her back bottom teeth (her 12th tooth came through, so I hope that's it for a hear or so!) and screaming, but I soldiered through. Until the point where she was crying so hard that she started to choke, and I had to hold her upside down over her change mat as she coughed up frothy spit bubbles.
I have no idea what that was about.
After the husband and I soothed her and I got her pants on, she had some nurofen and afternoon tea and seemed just fine for the rest of the afternoon.
I am glad I did that first aid course - I knew I needed to tip her over and bang on her back, and while I was doing it I was scanning my brain for what I needed to do next (next step was to call the ambulance, I was scared it might be some kind of fit).
I hope that doesn't happen again.
He got a little sleep in, then surprised in bed by the baby and I and a bag of gifts. Although, the baby didn't seem to understand, and she opened most of the gifts for her daddy.
He got a 30 minute meals cookbook, a book on head massage, and a 'Spot loves his Dad' book. He got a few jumpers (he has been exercising and watching his meals, so he has lost weight and never seems to have enough jumpers), some singlets, a coffee-grind-collecter and a toblerone. He felt very spoilt.
We went to the markets (as we do every Sunday) and we had a cinnamon scroll after our egg / egg & bacon rolls. The baby was in a good mood all day, until she woke up from her second nap.
She woke up in a cranky mood, and she cuddled in to the husband and looked really put out as he held her. Then, while I was changing her nappy, she started to bawl. She was reaching for her back bottom teeth (her 12th tooth came through, so I hope that's it for a hear or so!) and screaming, but I soldiered through. Until the point where she was crying so hard that she started to choke, and I had to hold her upside down over her change mat as she coughed up frothy spit bubbles.
I have no idea what that was about.
After the husband and I soothed her and I got her pants on, she had some nurofen and afternoon tea and seemed just fine for the rest of the afternoon.
I am glad I did that first aid course - I knew I needed to tip her over and bang on her back, and while I was doing it I was scanning my brain for what I needed to do next (next step was to call the ambulance, I was scared it might be some kind of fit).
I hope that doesn't happen again.
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Doctor Doctor
The visit to the doctor went well.
The baby was overtired (she had only had her morning nap and efforts to get her to nap in her bed and in the car had failed) but cheery as usual. Her ears were a little red, but nothing to be worried about. Her chest and back were clear. Her throat was all good (I didn't think she would let the doctor have a look, but she did!). Her temperature was fine - she thinks that she may have had a fever that broke around the time I was giving her a bath.
She does, however, have a sacral dimple. I wasn't sure what it was, but knew when some babies are born, it kind of looks like there is an extra hole near the top of their butt. I raised it with the nurse the last time I was in there, and she didn't think it was serious but suggested we get the doctor to check it out next time we were in. It can be a symptom of a spina bifida, but I refused to even google it because they had said it seemed unlikely. The doctor is happy that it's fine and nothing to worry about (*phew!*).
The doctor said she had beautiful little teeth and that she was moving really well, especially considering her time in the harness.
Beside the fact that she didn't have an afternoon nap AT ALL after that, she was definitely looking and sounding a bit chirpier than she had been in a few days.
The baby was overtired (she had only had her morning nap and efforts to get her to nap in her bed and in the car had failed) but cheery as usual. Her ears were a little red, but nothing to be worried about. Her chest and back were clear. Her throat was all good (I didn't think she would let the doctor have a look, but she did!). Her temperature was fine - she thinks that she may have had a fever that broke around the time I was giving her a bath.
She does, however, have a sacral dimple. I wasn't sure what it was, but knew when some babies are born, it kind of looks like there is an extra hole near the top of their butt. I raised it with the nurse the last time I was in there, and she didn't think it was serious but suggested we get the doctor to check it out next time we were in. It can be a symptom of a spina bifida, but I refused to even google it because they had said it seemed unlikely. The doctor is happy that it's fine and nothing to worry about (*phew!*).
The doctor said she had beautiful little teeth and that she was moving really well, especially considering her time in the harness.
Beside the fact that she didn't have an afternoon nap AT ALL after that, she was definitely looking and sounding a bit chirpier than she had been in a few days.
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Still not well
Last night (after three naps), the baby was unhappy before dinner time - making a little raspy whingy noise every so often - so we sat on the couch and she ate a rice crusket and seemed pretty happy just to be held. I felt her head and it was hot, but when I got out our thermometer the battery had gone flat. Awesome.
After dinner (and lots of water), she had a bath. And I noticed her skin felt a bit rough (I'm not sure if we're still meant to be moisturising her after every bath?), then realised they were tiny little goosebumps. I kept the bath nice and warm and kept washing it over her back and belly.
Then when I got her out to dry her, she was shivering.
And she went down pretty quickly and quietly, with the occassional sad little cough coming through the monitor.
Last night, I woke up with a super sore throat - that explains her raspy whinge.
She's not hot today, but she's still snotty and has been grabbing her ears, so we're going to the doctor this afternoon.
I'd probably just feel better getting her ears checked just in case.
After dinner (and lots of water), she had a bath. And I noticed her skin felt a bit rough (I'm not sure if we're still meant to be moisturising her after every bath?), then realised they were tiny little goosebumps. I kept the bath nice and warm and kept washing it over her back and belly.
Then when I got her out to dry her, she was shivering.
And she went down pretty quickly and quietly, with the occassional sad little cough coming through the monitor.
Last night, I woke up with a super sore throat - that explains her raspy whinge.
She's not hot today, but she's still snotty and has been grabbing her ears, so we're going to the doctor this afternoon.
I'd probably just feel better getting her ears checked just in case.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Drip drip
The baby was whingy earlier than we expected last night, bringing her dinner and then her bedtime forward a bit - the husband noticed she was rubbing her ear a bit. She was asleep before 7pm, but around 9pm she was unsettled enough that she took a lot of settling (and some panadol) to get to sleep. We thought she sounded a bit sniffly, so we had the humidifier running in her room, which might also have made it a bit warm.
We woke up just before 9am this morning, and when I went in to check on her she was sitting up in bed - so almost 14 hours sleep for her!
We headed out to the markets and rugged her up super warm - she had a 45 minute nap in the car on the way home, and then another 90 minute nap this afternoon. Again, she got whingy early (it was the first time in quite a while that she has 'refused' to be left on the floor), so another early night (with panadol again).
However, for the first time in many, many, many months, the husband had to nurse her to sleep.
So far it's not been too bad - her mood is generally fine - but she is dripping a lot of (clear!) snot. And she is coughing a bit. And she is scrunching up her face and rubbing her hands all over her ears and eyes (not so awesome while she is eating/before I can get a tissue in there).
I'm hoping it doesn't get to the point where she is really sick, but this is the 'sickest' she's been yet. Not too shabby for almost one year old, but still, not awesome.
Poor baby!
We woke up just before 9am this morning, and when I went in to check on her she was sitting up in bed - so almost 14 hours sleep for her!
We headed out to the markets and rugged her up super warm - she had a 45 minute nap in the car on the way home, and then another 90 minute nap this afternoon. Again, she got whingy early (it was the first time in quite a while that she has 'refused' to be left on the floor), so another early night (with panadol again).
However, for the first time in many, many, many months, the husband had to nurse her to sleep.
So far it's not been too bad - her mood is generally fine - but she is dripping a lot of (clear!) snot. And she is coughing a bit. And she is scrunching up her face and rubbing her hands all over her ears and eyes (not so awesome while she is eating/before I can get a tissue in there).
I'm hoping it doesn't get to the point where she is really sick, but this is the 'sickest' she's been yet. Not too shabby for almost one year old, but still, not awesome.
Poor baby!
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