Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Ilness strikes again

After one GP diagnosing a viral/warty skin condition last week over the weekend poor Poppy came out in what seems like a hundred spots that turned red and weepy. A second trip to a different GP ended in antibiotics that meant she can't go to nursery for 2 days, and a disagreement with the original diagnosis. So I'm off work today with her much to the delight of my boss, who is so short staffed she just sighed in despair when I explained I wouldn't be in. Plus a head cold meaning a very runny nose (making the spots on her nose VERY scabby) and teething making her chest wheezy. All this adds up to a miserable baby.

Plus my new treadmill arrived earlier and it's broken in the box.

Bad times.

Friday, 12 March 2010

Teething sucks!

Title says it all really, had an unhappy baby overnight and most of the day but hey ho that's life. To save all our sanity Daddy took her to the shop to buy milk when I was trying to cook dinner, as we were about to throw ourselves from the upstairs window onto the patio if the constant, piercing, whinging didn't stop. That half hour of peace (she didn't make a sound in the car) did as intended and we all enjoyed a dinner of saute potatoes, rocket and parmesan salad (not Poppy - green stuff? yuck..), steak for Daddy and Poppy and fish for Mummy and Poppy. As you can see Poppy just eats pretty much whatever we've got which makes life much easier. Although at one point she did spit out a piece of half eaten steak to sample a pea, much to her fathers disgust.

The birthday party was a huge success on Wednesday. The birthday boy had a great time, despite a chest infection and a few bumps to the head down to some adventurous exploring. Poppy also enjoyed immensely, apart from a nasty accident after trying to climb onto a baby ride-on when my back was turned - she went headfirst onto what is possibly the hardest floor ever and ended up with a bleeding mouth. As this was the first time she had ever had an accident that caused her to bleed, panic set in and I wobbled over to my friend who abandoned her sons nappy change to look for the wound and get Poppy's drink and dummy. Ever practical, B, the mum of the birthday boy, found a first aid kit but not much could be done except wait for her to calm down and for it to stop bleeding. Which it did in a few minutes, although it took a lot longer for my heartrate to resemble normal and the threat of tears to subside. Lesson learned-make sure that you carry baby with you everywhere when you cannot see them from where you are going, even though she was right behind me when i turned away and crossed the floor to the vehicle in what seemed to be warp speed.

No swimming lesson this week, has been cancelled, so we're spending the day at Nanny and Bampa's house to a) see them, obv b) get out of the house so hubby can sleep after night shift c) give my back a break by giving someone else a turn at walking her about. Although I have ordered a nifty gadget from the U.S that promises to give your back a break. Lets just hope it arrives in time before I pop a disc.