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ailbheFirst, happy birthday Janice!
First thing this morning I refused to get out of bed. This is because Linnea woke in the night.
She woke, which is normal, and cried for me, which is normal, and I went to her, which is normal, and I offered her milk in her bed, which is normal, and she refused and wanted it in my bed, which is fairly normal, so I said "No, your bed, come on," and went to pick her up.
She was soaked. Her nappy was soaked, her pyjamas were soaked top and bottom, her bed was drenched. Change of tack. I turned immediately sympathetic and cleaned her up and changed her and brought her into my bed - I still can't manage changing sheets easily and anyway it was the middle of the night.
So when I woke this morning I was stiff and in pain and also very very tired. A weekend in a slightly too soft bed followed by a night in a bed for four was too much. Ugh. But I got up eventually and got everyone dressed and clean and out to the doctor, and we were less than five minutes late before we had to queue at reception.
The doctor was lovely, and I have a frightening prescription for a topical treatment for vaginal vestibulitis, and lots of information on contraception, and Emer is still just above the 50th centile for weight and we're both doing very well indeed.
Linnea was better-behaved than I expected, given that we had a rushed walk to the surgery and didn't stop to look at anything.
After that we went to a couple of charity shops and I found two babygros for Emer in her current size. When Linnea was this size it was June and she only needed a nappy and sunscreen; Emer needs socks, or clothes with feet. Then we dropped in on M&L for an hour or so.
That was about 10 am. At 13:30 M&L and we-all went to Elle's for lunch, and then on to the GLOBE garden for running and getting wet in buckets of rainwater. Then they stopped here and watched a Maisy DVD and then they went home and Rob came home and we had dinner.
I called the card people after dinner and my money-plastic is being replaced. This is good; I'm a bit crippled without it. I've also been looking at Ebay for replacement filofaxes and I can definitely get one cheaper there, though it will have a 2006 diary not a 2007 one.
And we've put a load of coloured laundry on with the sling in it - it's fleece, so it will be dry enough to use tomorrow morning.
Baby stuff... Linnea did the most evil poo in the world and while I was cleaning it up I realised that the wipes I was using had been washed with conditioner and wouldn't absorb the water I was using. Argh. So M found some disposable wipes somewhere and I used those, but the delay and confusion meant it got all over her dress. So I changed her into the trousers in the nappy bag, which don't fit any more, but she had to wear them anyway. Now they're in the laundry covered in rainwater and grass and when they come out I must remember to put them away for after potty training, because they'll fit without a nappy in them. Gorgeous stripy things.
Linnea and L played remarkably well together for the most part, with a few disputes over ownership of toys, rocks, sticks and buckets, and a little throwing of stones and pushing of people. Yes, kids, the boundaries are still where they were ten minutes ago. Really.
Using the sling all day is easy. Carrying the nappy bag not in a buggy is hard. And I proved today that I can't manage without all Linnea's stuff in the bag. Perhaps if we only played indoors?
Oh! Yesterday Linnea drew a remarkable giant; head with eyes and a mouth, arms with hands, legs with feet, body... and today she drew a giant's head with a hat on. We got a photo of yesterday's effort before she wiped it off the blackboard. I must do the iPhoto thing and then the ljpics thing.
First thing this morning I refused to get out of bed. This is because Linnea woke in the night.
She woke, which is normal, and cried for me, which is normal, and I went to her, which is normal, and I offered her milk in her bed, which is normal, and she refused and wanted it in my bed, which is fairly normal, so I said "No, your bed, come on," and went to pick her up.
She was soaked. Her nappy was soaked, her pyjamas were soaked top and bottom, her bed was drenched. Change of tack. I turned immediately sympathetic and cleaned her up and changed her and brought her into my bed - I still can't manage changing sheets easily and anyway it was the middle of the night.
So when I woke this morning I was stiff and in pain and also very very tired. A weekend in a slightly too soft bed followed by a night in a bed for four was too much. Ugh. But I got up eventually and got everyone dressed and clean and out to the doctor, and we were less than five minutes late before we had to queue at reception.
The doctor was lovely, and I have a frightening prescription for a topical treatment for vaginal vestibulitis, and lots of information on contraception, and Emer is still just above the 50th centile for weight and we're both doing very well indeed.
Linnea was better-behaved than I expected, given that we had a rushed walk to the surgery and didn't stop to look at anything.
After that we went to a couple of charity shops and I found two babygros for Emer in her current size. When Linnea was this size it was June and she only needed a nappy and sunscreen; Emer needs socks, or clothes with feet. Then we dropped in on M&L for an hour or so.
That was about 10 am. At 13:30 M&L and we-all went to Elle's for lunch, and then on to the GLOBE garden for running and getting wet in buckets of rainwater. Then they stopped here and watched a Maisy DVD and then they went home and Rob came home and we had dinner.
I called the card people after dinner and my money-plastic is being replaced. This is good; I'm a bit crippled without it. I've also been looking at Ebay for replacement filofaxes and I can definitely get one cheaper there, though it will have a 2006 diary not a 2007 one.
And we've put a load of coloured laundry on with the sling in it - it's fleece, so it will be dry enough to use tomorrow morning.
Baby stuff... Linnea did the most evil poo in the world and while I was cleaning it up I realised that the wipes I was using had been washed with conditioner and wouldn't absorb the water I was using. Argh. So M found some disposable wipes somewhere and I used those, but the delay and confusion meant it got all over her dress. So I changed her into the trousers in the nappy bag, which don't fit any more, but she had to wear them anyway. Now they're in the laundry covered in rainwater and grass and when they come out I must remember to put them away for after potty training, because they'll fit without a nappy in them. Gorgeous stripy things.
Linnea and L played remarkably well together for the most part, with a few disputes over ownership of toys, rocks, sticks and buckets, and a little throwing of stones and pushing of people. Yes, kids, the boundaries are still where they were ten minutes ago. Really.
Using the sling all day is easy. Carrying the nappy bag not in a buggy is hard. And I proved today that I can't manage without all Linnea's stuff in the bag. Perhaps if we only played indoors?
Oh! Yesterday Linnea drew a remarkable giant; head with eyes and a mouth, arms with hands, legs with feet, body... and today she drew a giant's head with a hat on. We got a photo of yesterday's effort before she wiped it off the blackboard. I must do the iPhoto thing and then the ljpics thing.
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:47 am (UTC)Sorry it's frightening, but I'm really pleased it's being treated at last. I hope it helps quickly.