So from that giant germ bomb that is private nursery the baby has taken home (or maybe even thrown in grenade like) a nasty winter bug. This week has been full of ‘loose’ (that’s nursery speak for explosive) nappies and a little bit of sick.
I remember once breast feeding on the sofa a pile of bagged nappies by the door waiting to be dropped in the outside dust bin watching a programme on house decor discuss feng shui and wondering what I was inviting into the house literally leaving bags of poo in the entrance...luck? money? happiness?
Well this week the nappies have left the house immediately...even the four year, a stink bomb on legs himself has had to leave the room and shut the door as the smiley toddler approaches seemingly unaware of the wilting house plants left in his wake.
His burps are pretty toxic too!
I’ve been a bit under the weather myself – we are a family who shares.... but, then from nowhere came the full on guerrilla germ war attack on my partner, as I write this he is spending his second night in hospital......he does have a underlying chronic illness – he is getting better, re-hydrated and rested after a very tough night beginning with an afternoon ambulance ride.........
The four year old was upset of course that Daddy wasn’t there for bed time stories and cuddles – that’s their special boy bonding part of the day so watching ‘Glee’ snuggled under a blanket on the sofa with me and my niece wasn’t the usual end of the day for him. It seemed to have an effect, but the heartbreaking sound of that little voice crackling through the darkness making up songs,’ Daddy please get better, Daddy we all miss you, Daddy can you hear me?’ was absolutely heartbreaking. Maybe his grandparents will get their wish and he’ll be an altar boy after all....
Oh and this is love, real love I mean not the romantic kind, the nitty gritty – my partner handed me his soiled clothes including hospital issue gowns to wash – which I did and I will return to the hospital to save his embarrassment when handing back to the nurse.
Well off to watch ‘P.S. I Love You’ got to look on the bright side of being female in charge of remote and any way I don’t think I’ve cried enough this weekend yet.....
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