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Glad that's over
Nov. 27th, 2010 02:35 pmI woke sick at 5am yesterday, wasn't sure if Rob ought to go to work at 6am, and was profoundly grateful he hadn't at 8am. I stayed in bed sipping just enough to let me feed Astrid (who still has increased demand due to illness) and Rob dealt with the other two, including bringing them out to Girls Brigade. He felt a bit funny at dinner, and was sick after dropping the children off, but thought it wasn't too bad.
Just before 8pm, he put Astrid in the buggy, got his coat on, and told her all about the lovely walk they were about to have, to go and collect Linnea and Emer...
... except then he shouted up the stairs to me that he wasn't going, and dashed to the bathroom.
We managed to find a friend who could collect them at 8:15 and apparently they weren't the last to be picked up, and they weren't distressed or anything. I tended to Rob as best I could, made myself have more tea and dry toast, and Rob and I went to bed. Linnea ran errands; she helped me empty and refill the dishwasher (bending wasn't wise for me), and fetched Rob's toothbrush for him, and that sort of thing.
So last night was grim, and this morning we both woke feeling worn out. Rob's a lot better now and I'm much better than yesterday, but apparently this bug is easier to recover from if you haven't spent significant portions of the previous few nights up with sick babies; he was sick after a full night's sleep and a lie-in in the morning, and I was sick after a bit less than three hourssick sleep.
So he's dancing around full of the joys of spring and I'm wondering whether it was a foolish misuse of energy to get dressed. Not that I'm jealous, of course.
Anyway, no-one is sick, everyone has been thoroughly washed, the bedlinen has been changed, and I learned that 4- and 6-year-olds can tidily prepare bread, spread and honey for themselves if there's no-one around to stop them.
Also, sometimes the easiest way to get downstairs is to crawl.
Astrid can almost roll over and when she gets on to her tummy she tries desperately to crawl, but she hasn't a hope of raising her tummy from the floor yet.
Just before 8pm, he put Astrid in the buggy, got his coat on, and told her all about the lovely walk they were about to have, to go and collect Linnea and Emer...
... except then he shouted up the stairs to me that he wasn't going, and dashed to the bathroom.
We managed to find a friend who could collect them at 8:15 and apparently they weren't the last to be picked up, and they weren't distressed or anything. I tended to Rob as best I could, made myself have more tea and dry toast, and Rob and I went to bed. Linnea ran errands; she helped me empty and refill the dishwasher (bending wasn't wise for me), and fetched Rob's toothbrush for him, and that sort of thing.
So last night was grim, and this morning we both woke feeling worn out. Rob's a lot better now and I'm much better than yesterday, but apparently this bug is easier to recover from if you haven't spent significant portions of the previous few nights up with sick babies; he was sick after a full night's sleep and a lie-in in the morning, and I was sick after a bit less than three hours
So he's dancing around full of the joys of spring and I'm wondering whether it was a foolish misuse of energy to get dressed. Not that I'm jealous, of course.
Anyway, no-one is sick, everyone has been thoroughly washed, the bedlinen has been changed, and I learned that 4- and 6-year-olds can tidily prepare bread, spread and honey for themselves if there's no-one around to stop them.
Also, sometimes the easiest way to get downstairs is to crawl.
Astrid can almost roll over and when she gets on to her tummy she tries desperately to crawl, but she hasn't a hope of raising her tummy from the floor yet.