BP fucking hell! Fuck me! I am fuming for you, and quite tearful. Big big big hug honey, for you and little F.
I was going to say that perhaps it was because little F was not well, and perhaps it is best to wait until she is better before trying again, BUT MY GOD those comments cannot be left unchallenged. You HAVE to report her to the local authority - not sure who, but she is registered and should lose that registration! Please please do this for the sake of any future mindees, and also her wee tots. Utterly fucking disgraceful!
Well, Jacob threw up at 11.30 just as we were leaving the house. He had his bottle at 9.30 and it all came back. He brightened after this and his temp was down.
We get to the doctor and I explain the situation, whilst J gives her big smiles and pokes his tongue out. Dr says he is making mummy look like a liar, which is true, but upset me a bit. Anyway I say his chest is awful, she puts a stethoscope to him whilst grinning at me. The grin swaps to a very serious face. Yes we have a very bad chest here. Antibiotics and review. The blood is from a fissure and she could actually see it so I accept that theory.
We leave the consulting room and J is hysterical. Little sodlet!