The Smell of Little Pong

Poorly

Oh dear. Freyja is actually quite ill. I don't think it's just teething after all - she's very hot, has a barking cough which makes her cry and has lost her voice. It's all very pathetic really - she's speaking in barely a whisper and is flushed and tearful. She still won't let me give her any medicine and just the mention of the word is now enough to set her off.

She's on her third nap of the day - the good thing is that she is actually asking to go to sleep when she needs to, as long as I keep reminding her.

I've read 'Aliens love Underpants' and 'Charlie & Lola - I will not never eat a tomato' about 50 times each, I can now just about recite them off by heart.

I actually think this is probably the sickest she's been. We've previously had 2 bouts of stomach bug, which only lasted a few hours in the night and the usual coughs and colds but she generally copes quite well when she's ill. The last time, she was sick was with a nasty cough (though we still dragged her to London Zoo...) which she then passed on to all her friends, who all got much, much sicker than she had been....oh, how pleased with myself I was for not realising soon enough that her cough wasn't caused by the dust from having the living room wall knocked down...

I decided not to take any chances this time, and I've stayed home with her. And as it turns out she really isn't well enough to be anywhere else.

posted by solveig @ 2:48 PM