It didn’t take me long to think of a word to sum up our week . . .
Chlo started off the germs on Monday and was feeling very sorry for herself – she didn’t eat any lunch, not even her chocolate biscuit so she really must have been feeling poorly! She was in bed before 12pm and slept for a good 3.5 hours (thankfully I was able to let her sleep as the lovely Ange brought Ben home for me – that would have been a hideous school run). She was still feeling rubbish on Tuesday and ended up in the pushchair to collect Ben from school at home time – this is pretty much unheard of.
By Wednesday it was my turn – I felt more and more rubbish as they day went on and by the time Dave got home from work I was just about ready for bed (and I’d only had Amy to look after all day). I basically waited until everyone was asleep (which seemed to take forever as Chlo just kept whinging and crying in her sleep) then got myself off to bed for about 8.15pm! Ben woke at about half one crying with a headache. The one shining beacon in this night was that Amy had her best night’s sleep ever – from about 8pm to 5am!
Thursday Florence NightingDave took the day off to help out as I really didn’t think I could manage a day of school runs and poorly kids when I felt so rubbish myself. Amy had started with a nasty cough which was obviously hurting her as she would cry every time she coughed. Ben came home from school looking very flushed and quiet as a mouse but insisting he was fine and still wanted to go to his swimming lesson. Amazingly he survived and by all accounts actually looked a bit better for it. Again 4 out of 5 of us were in bed shortly after 8pm dosed up on paracetamol with Daddy the last man standing.
This morning comes and Amy’s cough has really taken hold, she was absolutely roasting and I decided that as it was almost the weekend I’d better taker her to the Doctor more for my peace of mind than anything else. Turns out she has a chest infection and has now been prescribed a week of antibiotics. She thought Calpol was horrible . . . Amoxicillin is a whole different ball game – you’d think I was trying to posion the poor love. To make things worse I managed to get her first dose into her, along with Calpol and a full feed only for her to puke it straight back down me. I rang the Dr for advice and was told to give her another dose as she would have lost it all.
I can’t tell you how pleased I was to get the three of them settled into bed tonight – I just hope a good night’s sleep sees a better day for all tomorrow!
So yeah – our word of the week is LURGY and it’s not a word we want back thanks very much!