Hello ladies, I've been away from you due to being on so called holidays (the disastrous story of which is told below).
First of all, happy birhtday to babies and grannies alike. I won't be there until the 30th of September!
Ok, so the story is as follows. Two tired parents (the one from full time looking after one (yes I know it's just one!) demon, the other after much stress at work, are looking forward to holidays, the sun, the sea and dumping smallies with doting grandparents. Cut to the day before the trip to Greece (where, in addition, a BIG FAT Greek wedding awaits us, as DP's cousin is finally tying the knot) and zoom in on the thermomether inside smallie's ear. It reads 39.1 degrees.
We decide to go anyway, as we put it down to teething, nothing serious, blah, blah and we firmly adopt a holiday mode denial stance. Oh how wrong that was. We took two airplanes, to Athens, then Thessaloniki. Arrived very late at night with a feverish baby. We slept (f**k all) at DP's sister, only to have to leave FAST in the morning to attend the wedding close to Petros' town in the evening. Before driving there we had to find and purchase a car seat AND fit it (never underestimate the skill involved in fitting those things) while the baby, still feverish, wilted under relentless greek sun. We arrived to the town, and I was beginning to think that it was a bit too much to go to the wedding, as DS was clearly not well despite paracetamol, water and food, but after all this, I felt bad to not take him to see all the Greek relatives who had been awaiting him for months. To cut a long story short, I ended up going home without so much as greeting the bride, bubs with a temperature of 40. We took him to hospital the next morning as temperature was not going down. The diagnosed a viral infection but gave him antibiotics because a blood test revealed that his defences were very low. We went home, his temperature went down, he went back a bit to his former self. Then during the night (3 AM) he wakes up SCREAMING and covered in hives. We spend three hours walking up and down till he drops off, exhausted. We go back to the hospital in te morning where they tell us this is an allergic reaction to the antibiotic. They give him cortisone and antihistamine, and prescribe a new antibiotic. Further analysis reveals that white blood cells are low due to infection and we are instructed to not leave the house, not expose him to people, of course, NOT go to the beach.
He is now a lot better - not so ourselves, but we have finally turned a corner. If things keep improving, we are told that in two days we can go back to normality, and perhaps make it to the beach on the weekend.
So much for the much awaited holidays! And the weather is still warm and lovely, while we sit in the terrace on a fifth floor... At least, we do have the grand parents who are so sweet and a huge help.
What happened in X-factor? Was DGsis on????