Saturday, 13 December 2014

It's not my party

Yesterday was a quiet one for us, considering we were expecting 50 man, woman and child to come to your first birthday party!
We were discharged from hospital after an overnight stay when your fever and heart rate got very high Friday afternoon. Such a long night in hospital and then at about 10pm they told us we were staying. Daddad went home to look after the furries and you and I stayed overnight. 
It was after midnight by the time we got off to sleep after obs, antibiotics (the longest 30 minutes ever trying to hold you still and mummy got a fat lip when you threw your head against it), drugs, tests etc. 
Daddad was still there when they inserted your canular- it took us, two nurses and two paed's to hold you down and get blood. Eventually try got he special light to see your veins with. Must be daddy's veins.
After midnight you slept well in the hospital cot, the nurses came in every couple of hours to check obs and you kept through that like a champ. Not so great for mummy on the creaky fold out worrying about you. 
Earlier in the night- waiting for test results after getting your arms and legs prodded by the best.
Sleepy cuddle in the morning on mums super un comfy very creaky fold out bed.
Zombie mum but funny chipper little guy after a night in hospital. Fever much better and going down with nurofen now- and you prefer our nurofen to the yucky tasting hospital one you spat everywhere!

Grandad and Di visited as they can't make the rescheduled party next weekend, lots is late night texts to let everyone know the part was off.






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