Crazy crazy life

Wow. This couple of weeks is really turning out to be packed full!

On Thursday I had to collect a stack of paperwork from the solicitor regarding the house sale and purchase. He wanted to see us on Friday at 9am, so although it would mean Sally would have to go to sleep later we assumed that she would cope reasonably well.

The day started badly when I woke Sally up and discovered a cot full of pieces of courgette and tomato, and a large white pile of what used to be chicken and cheese. The poor little love hadn't woken us up, but just rolled to the end of the cot to avoid the wet patch and carried on sleeping! She had sick on her sleeping bag, her clothes, and plastered all over her hair. So instead of a nice calm nappy change and her morning milk she was unceremoniously held under the shower whilst we washed her hair.

I guessed that it was the catarrgh from her chest making her sick, as happens to me, but assumed that having cleared herself out she would be fine. Not so. She threw up most of her milk (all over the pillow, my pyjama bottoms and the bed) and then, far worse, at the solicitor's meeting she was violently sick, reproducing her entire breakfast of Weetabix and banana and liberally coating me in it. Every single layer of clothing I was wearing was covered, and she was a mess. We felt so sorry for her! She was very calm, and very good, and having wiped her down (fortunately it was the end of the meeting) we threw her in the car, brought her home, stripped her off and stuck her in the bath.

For the rest of the day she was fine, eating some of her lunch and all her tea. Although the fact that she had been sick three times was ringing some alarm bells she was so well in herself (although a bit weak and hungry) I decided it was definitely the catarrgh to blame and we would just have to ride it out.

Fast forward to this morning. No sick in the cot (hooray!) Most of her breakfast eaten. On the way to Sainsbury's, it is now 10:18. "Well," I said to Sam,"her breakfast has been in her for two hours and twenty minutes, and no sick yet!" Literally as I finished saying it (and this is no exaggeration for effect, this is the absolute truth) there was a little cough from the back and up came this morning's breakfast, complete with undigested pieces of mango. All over Sally, and all over the car seat.

So, back home we went, out of the car we came (wrapping little one in a towel to avoid dripping mango everywhere); we stripped her off (again), took her to the bathroom (again) and showered her down. She had thrown up down her vest, and it had leaked into her nappy, and it was truly disgusting. She was not impressed with being stripped off midday, although she likes the shower, so the protests were loud but not too terrible.

Eventually the day returned to some semblance of normality after that, but it was not a fun morning. Given the amount of time we are trying to spend packing boxes and sorting things out a sicky baby is the last thing we need!

Anyway, touch wood she has gone to sleep now and although she cried an hour ago I went up to check and there was no vomit involved. So far.