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219 days old.
A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.
Oh this has been a long long week. We only went to London on Tuesday but it feels like it was a month ago. And then, on Thursday, Matilda came down with a tummy bug and I've had a horrible cold that won't seem to go away. On Friday morning I had to get a taxi to the doctors with Matilda, with 40 minutes notice of an appointment. In the waiting room she had - how shall I put it - a poop explosion in the waiting room and so the nurse practitioner refused to touch her incase it was a bug. In the toilets, just after changing her nappy and outfit, she was then sick on herself. I stopped, burst into tears and rang Nick just vent about how hard this motherhood malarky is sometimes. I finally got her cleaned up and settled, then myself cleaned up and settled and she fell asleep in the pram so I could sit and have one flat white before we went home. I was instructed to feed her 1oz every twenty minutes, meaning I'm effectively stuck on the sofa feeding all day. It's like going back to breastfeeding. She's quite happy in herself but just isn't keeping any milk down so it's very difficult. This is the first time she's been ill really and she's never even really been a sicky baby so I feel abit like a new mum again getting to grips with a whole new set of challenges. Because it was such a mad week I didn't get chance to do a proper round up of my favourite links this week but I'll have some favourites for you this Friday. Hope you've all been having a lovely weekend.
A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014.
Oh this has been a long long week. We only went to London on Tuesday but it feels like it was a month ago. And then, on Thursday, Matilda came down with a tummy bug and I've had a horrible cold that won't seem to go away. On Friday morning I had to get a taxi to the doctors with Matilda, with 40 minutes notice of an appointment. In the waiting room she had - how shall I put it - a poop explosion in the waiting room and so the nurse practitioner refused to touch her incase it was a bug. In the toilets, just after changing her nappy and outfit, she was then sick on herself. I stopped, burst into tears and rang Nick just vent about how hard this motherhood malarky is sometimes. I finally got her cleaned up and settled, then myself cleaned up and settled and she fell asleep in the pram so I could sit and have one flat white before we went home. I was instructed to feed her 1oz every twenty minutes, meaning I'm effectively stuck on the sofa feeding all day. It's like going back to breastfeeding. She's quite happy in herself but just isn't keeping any milk down so it's very difficult. This is the first time she's been ill really and she's never even really been a sicky baby so I feel abit like a new mum again getting to grips with a whole new set of challenges. Because it was such a mad week I didn't get chance to do a proper round up of my favourite links this week but I'll have some favourites for you this Friday. Hope you've all been having a lovely weekend.
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