Awwww bless! Poor A
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I have been settling DD into nursery - a process which takes four weeks here... She is pretty much done and would happily crawl off and enjoy herself, until this week. She screams when I leave. She is fine by the time I reach the car (I can often see her crawling around or shuffling along on her knees).
But I think I need some kind of parenting survival medal.
Months ago we rushed DS to hospital because he had managed to open a bottle of calpol and they were worried he might have drunk half a bottle it was unlikely but well, we had to get him checked out it turned out the level of paracetamol in his blood was undetectable... So he probably just enjoyed trying to prepare himself a dose with the little syringe thingy.
DD is a rather however a stealth contender for parenting stress. She kicks over tables in coffee shops with a flailing foot and it looks like an accident.
Last Thursday I had to pick her up from nursery because they were terrified that she was coughing herself to death. They said that she coughed so badly she wasn't getting any air. DH rushed her straight to the dr when they opened again after lunch who said she was a little bit congested but he didn't believe she was or could have been struggling to breathe...
Yesterday we had chicken for dinner. DD really enjoyed a chicken leg. I had to wrestle the bone out of her little fist after she had sucked it absolutely clean. This afternoon we get a call from nursery to come and pick her up immediately. She had diarrhoea. DH went to pick her up (I was at the therapist with DS) and they presented him with chicken bones that she had pooed out. DH rushed her straight to the dr. She is, of course, fine. No damage done, it was probably quite uncomfortable to have them going through her system, but that is it. When DH brought her home she was her usual mad maniacal self rolling around wanting to be bounced and giving her monkey its usual death squeeze.
I think she is the one I am really going to have to keep an eye on. I never thought that I would need to say that! Since DS is busy climbing trees and flinging himself into piles of foam shapes at kindergarten and we regularly discover big bruises on him I thought we would be having more of these mad dashes with him 