Well I've just had a day to remember. Called the doctor out yesterday as I really couldn't breathe and was frankly terrified. Was ambulanced straight in to hospital with suspected pneumonia, and of course a small toddleworse on my knee. Cue panicked calls to in-laws to ask them to drive down from up north, and an even more panicked call from DH who is as I type flying back from Hong Kong feeling a bit miserable that he left me home alone to cope when I was obviously unwell.
Alls well that ends well though, it's not pneumonia, it's just severe congestion and exhaustion. They've given me all sorts of pills and potions so I'm good to go. Toddleworse however excelled herself. 5 hours hanging around in a strange place, constant wet bum as nappies weren't a priority, missed dinner, randomly timed milk... and general mayhem and scariness. She had a huge meltdown when they carted me off to x-ray and she was left with the nurses, but other than that she was really very good.
Massive massive thanks to the hospital who were brilliant. They brought her a big box of toys, bumped me to the top of the x-ray list so she wouldn't be without me for long this might have been down to the inconsolable screaming which I could hear from the other side of the building, brought her water, gave her a mobile phone to play with.... they couldn't have done more. The NHS as a machine may be a bit broken, but the A&E nurses are wonderful.
So that's my news, and I'm home now being mothered by MIL, and generally spoilt rotten.
Yummy what a shame, but it'll happen, when you are less exhausted which will be better timing for you. SIL is 12 weeks now, and I keep thinking back to the 12 week stage myself. I think it could be summed up by saying knackered all the time!
Have good days all. Hope the toddles are all on good form and behaving. Mine has just conquered stairs. I need stair gates now don't I?