Oct. 14th, 2005

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Rob got about seven hours sleep. I got about four. So we're both underslept again. Linnea went down at 8 pm or so and woke at 6, having fed hourly from 10pm. She still has some stomach pain. She went to bed early because she had no nap; she fell asleep in the pushchair and woke 5 minutes later when Rob picked her up to transfer her to bed. So that meant she was too cranky most of the afternoon and evening to tolerate anyone but me.

However, I'm not vomiting any more, so that's good. Linnea and I now have horrible, antisocial wind. The only person I'm seeing today is the Health Visitor, I think, unless I get a sudden influx of energy and go to Rhyme Time at the library. I keep walking into things from tiredness though, so perhaps not. Or perhaps a walk would do me good.

Rob's gone to London today. I ought to go into town and get Linnea fitted for new shoes - I'm just about certain she's going to outgrow these ones while we're away - but I don't know if I'll get that far. My stomach is causing me not inconsiderable pain.

At least Rob hasn't been sick at all - he had neither the sinus cold Linnea and I had a week ago, nor the stomach bug we had this week. So that's something.

[Rewrites: Changed "we picked her up" to "Rob picked her up" and "We've all been sick" to the last paragraph. I'm learning.]

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A couple of days ago I wrote that motherhood is when you swallow your own vomit because you're mopping up that of your infant. Now I know it's also when you have diarrhoea but you don't go to the bathroom because you are trying to soothe your also-sick infant to sleep and she's nearly there.

I mean, I'm kind of used to this, because the birth injury was a long time ago now and is non-trivial. But ew. Gross.

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My ISBN: 1-4116-5383-1

Yippee! Now I can give it to my family for Christmas and pretend like it's a REAL book. And it's available from Amazon.com but not for international shipping. But that's ok, because Amazon.com would only give me um, less than 1/5 of the royalty I get from lulubooks.

Current domestic plan: Ailbhe and Rob to do no more than 15 minutes housework each after Linnea is in bed, and Ailbhe to pick up the slack in the daytimes. If this isn't possible we'll rethink, but Linnea likes to help these days.

The health visitor was around again and she has got me back on the list for the psychologist at the hospital, and agrees that if we prioritise Rob's depression now -- since it's probably easier to fix than mine, with no PTSD complications etc -- the whole family will be better off, since then only one person will be seriously messed in the head.

Linnea and I spent the morning watching TV and dashing to the loo and the afternoon painting. I was able to eat by about 2 pm, and had almost a whole piece of home-baked bread, and I ate a nice light dinner, too.

Linnea is no longer ill, but is visibly convalescent. We are not - repeat not - going to the Swedish lesson tomorrow. I'm too ill and it would be too tiring for Linnea. Rob will probably go, and fill me in later. Unless he's too tired too. It's a beginners' class and we're not quite as beginnery as all that, Gotlandsk aside.

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