Afternoon ladies, back from our travels again - friends' wedding in London (more of which below) and trying to play catch up whilst half asleep and thinking of all the unpacking I have to do.
Katz, hope it all goes well at the scan.
Welshie - please tell us how the sleep lady performed this miracle! And also can she travel to the wilds of Suffolk to perform the same miracle on my ds?
Coop - I still haven't been to the doctor about the reflux because I can't decide if that's what it is. Plus I will have to try and see one of the doctors who isn't the horrible GP who thinks dh is drug seeking, or she'll think I'm some kind of Munchausens by proxy mad woman.
Anyway, another horrific journey, this time by car to London. All started off well, Toby in the car seat upright instead of flat, sleeping nicely. About 15 miles into the drive, I remembered that dh had to pick up pain meds at the GP surgery. "Oh I'll just get them when I get back" says he. I grit my teeth to avoid screaming and point out we're not back til Saturday, the surgery will be closed til Monday and he doesn't have enough to get through the weekend. (I was already majorly hacked off at having to do all the packing, and carrying the stuff out to the car myself, even though I always do have to). So we go back.
I was hoping if I just nipped in to the surgery we could be on the move again before ds woke up. No. They hadn't labelled up the meds so I had to wait. When I got back to the car, he was screaming blue murder. We managed about 10 miles into the drive before we had to stop again to give him some food to calm him down. Set off again, he started screaming and screaming, to the point where I told dh to turn the car round and we couldn't go to the wedding on Friday.
Literally at that moment, ds stopped crying and slept until we got to the North Circular, where the stop-start driving woke up him up but he only bellowed when the blanket I was using as a sun shade fell on his head! Argh.
Anyway, KVG, mandy - yes, my ds seems to be doing a lot of crying as well just now Interesting comment about the bouncey chair, he doesn't seem too keen on his (well, throws up a lot which I take as a bad sign), I wonder if a sturdier one would suit him better.
I must say I really am getting hacked off with having a chronically ill husband. (I imagine he's quite fed up about it too). It doesn't help when I feel like shouting "I don't care if you have chronic fatigue, so do I now!"
Hope all are having good weekends xx