Feel bad for writing this post, since everyone seems in a good mood and this is such a me me me downer!
Turned out F wasn't screaming out of temper :( it got worse through the evening, he was stiffening up, throwing his head right back and even refusing the comfort of bf. We reached breaking point at 7 and went to il's for a break (best il's ever!) they gave him a bottle, and he vomited huge amounts. Tried to get some sleep while there, but could still hear his screaming. Called the duty GP who agreed to see him at 01.30. Got him in the car at midnight and he finally fell asleep. GP diagnosed reflux and oral thrush, got him home and he continued to sleep solidly until 06.00, gave him a feed and he fell back to sleep. Poor lad is exhausted from lack of sleep the last few days, glad he has been able to settle and catch up, I'll try get a bit more sleep later on.
Feel terrible for not noticing his pain earlier, and even when I noticed his white tongue, I just put it down to vomit. Also the amount he had been sick was completely out of proportions, we had changed his clothes and gone through countless muslins the last few days, I should have noticed then :(
Must pull myself together now, no point in feeling sorry for myself. Just expressed 4oz of one of the basketballs, waiting for him to wake up to feed again then going to the pharmacy to collect his meds and hopefully drain a bit more milk off.