Morning all - am back from Slough and shall try to catch up.
Nutty really sorry to hear your news.
Boff for your ear, and your experience of flu. That must have been so terrible for you. And I can understand the raging anger at not having been able to get help from the dr.
Juw hugs for continued weight gain worries.
Schulte hugs for being in a house of illness.
Auld you poor thing you must be exhausted.
Puzzle same boat here it's the older one that's costing us so much sleep!
Bicnod we have the Angelcare breathing monitor too and it's great. Not that we're using it much as E won't sleep on his own for more than maybe an hour a night.
BB burnt ankles? Yowch. Hope they're better now.
Now ladies I am feeling rather sorry for myself and what I probably need is for you all to laugh mercilessly at my troubles. I feel... exactly like someone who has just had as her main family holiday for the year, two nights in Slough. A holiday which I actually spent some hours planning including a detailed planning and packing session for Legoland (DS1 did enjoy it but mostly he wanted to play Lego, buy Lego in the big shop and then take it home and play with it in the hotel and at one point threatened to have a tantrum because we were trying to make him go on a ride. Odd child). Needless to say my role in the day was to walk miles with baby and bags and provide regular doses of clean dry clothing after DH let him go in the water fountains in his outdoor gear . DS1 is clearly behind in his abilities to steer a car - he was comically bad at the driving school (we laughed ourselves stupid at the time) but definitely looked like the dunce of the class, even though they were all the same age. He just propelled the car merrily at pavements, people etc. without paying remotest heed to where he was going. And when his doting parents yelled over the railings to him to "STEER" he would just wrench the steering wheel round to perform a majestic U-turn. Oh dear.
And then I had a ghastly nightmare about Edmund that I had gone out to have lunch with the local bookshop owner - whom I do not fancy by the way in case it sounds suss - and left E behind. Only I'd absentmindedly put him in the freezer. So I ran back to the house, only to discover one of the NCT incrowd had broken in to my house to rescue him and had phoned for the ambulance already. I have spent the last couple of days rather horrifiedly apologising to Edmund for something that never happened. And reassuring myself that E wouldn't even fit in the freezer drawers anyway so I wouldn't ever accidentally do this.
Do you think I'm losing my mind?