Morning all!
VJ Looks like you have a gainful occupation outside of baby watching this week pity it is vacuuming
. I blame the hot weather myself. The dogs are always much worse in summer. There is nothing wrong with enjoying your career and looking forward to getting back to it you know. 24/7 baby care is not 24/7 fun, so it's good to get a balance. DH loves evenings and weekends as he gets to see the tiddler, but I could tell by the end of yesterday he was glad to dump her on me and watch top gear.
Plonky well, hum, I could be charitable and say it was small enough for them not to have noticed, but actually they should have. The whole thing screams negligence and I'm not sure whether I owe it to other women to kick up a stink or go for the quiet life and say nothing. It's not so much that it was left, but that the GP was hopeless. The first thing my rooky GP friend in her first year suggested was retained placenta, but mine with her 20 years experience insisted it was a minor bacterial overgrowth hence v unimportant. She wouldn't even prescribe a second dose of antibiotics until DH put his work face on, went in there and scared the bejasus out of everyone. Even then I'd still be on a non-urgent waiting list to see a consultant if I didn't have private health insurance. It's wrong wrong wrong that you need arrogance and money to get something like this treated. Pud the other stuff will be a worry still, but at least I now have a good gynaecologist, so will have treatment to hand, and if that fails I have the worselet. She's a really lovely baby, so easy, if I can't have another I'll still be happy.
SoYo I think hope the screamy thing is a phase. The tiddler has started on the whole shy thing too, and has taken to hiding her face in my chest and peeking out every few seconds at people before hiding and biting me? again. At the moment it is very cute, but does rather suggest I need to get myself out of this lovely little mum and baby bubble I'm in and socialise her a bit more. I'm dreading being one of those mums who has to prise a wailing child off every morning in the nursery car park.
Sad news in the village this week. I used to see a very disabled (apologies if that is not the correct terminology) boy in the school play ground every day, possibly spina bifida, who was always laughing, surrounded by friends and full of life. I met his gran last week, and apparently it was his funeral a few days ago. So sad, I didn't really know him, but I felt I did, because every time I saw him it reminded me children could be kind, and lovely, as his class mates really were. Hope the worselet grows up with half the humour and sunniness he had.