Crazy Days

Hello! I'm back! It's all been rather eventful but instead of going into too much boring detail, I'll just summarise:

1. We've had lots of visitors - my parents, my brother and sister-in-law, my nephews and my parents-in-law. Freyja has had a whale of a time.

Connect Four at the Honor Oak Pub:


Vauxhall City Farm with Grandpa:



2. Freyja is out of nappies during the day - including her nap - and has been now for a while. I'm incredibly proud of her for picking it up so quickly. She's doing really well with it.

3. I got ill at the beginning of last week. I had what felt like flu - shivery, high temperature, aching everywhere, bad headache. Then I noticed a red patch on my breast and started to wonder if it was actually mastitis, particularly as Theo had hardly fed all day. I went to the doctor on the Tuesday and he confirmed he thought it probably was mastitis, gave me some antibiotics but said to hold on taking them as it tended to clear up itself. So I spent a horrible day in bed burning up, but sure enough by the next morning my fever had gone. I spent another day in bed, aching all over, with a throbbing head and generally feeling horrible. However, in light of what happened next, I'm wondering if it really was mastitis...

4. Theo got ill. He spent Friday being very sleepy and by that evening I was having trouble feeding him and couldn't get him to wake up properly. I put him to bed, thinking he was just tired, but he didn't really settle. We then had a terrible night where he cried and seemed very distressed for most of the night - very unlike him. By 4am he had a temperature so we gave him some Calpol and then he slept for a few hours. The next day he still wasn't right and he seemed listless, pale, irritable and just not himself at all. We gave him more Calpol, but by the late afternoon he had a temperature again - 38.3 degrees (38.6 by the time we got to hospital) - and we decided, with it being the weekend and not possible to go to the clinic, that we'd take him to hospital. I was quite worried about him but I honestly thought we'd get there and be sent home, told to give him some Calpol and stop over-reacting. Well, I finally got home from hospital Monday evening. From the minute we walked into A&E it felt like being on a roller-coaster ride that I couldn't get off. I cannot fault the staff at Lewisham hospital for taking it seriously and providing a huge amount of care for him. To cut a long story short, he is completely fine but the results of one of the tests suggest he had a very early infection and so he is now on antibiotics as a precaution, which are given intravenously through his hand, and needs to stay on them for 14 days. I hated seeing him in hospital and hated him being subjected to all the tests, especially when at the back of my mind I wondered how necessary it all was. I still don't really know if I made the right decision - maybe it has all been for nothing and he would have recovered by himself. Or maybe taking him in was the best decision we ever made - who knows? I guess it is better to be safe than sorry with one so small.


5. Theo slept through! Just before he got ill he did 2 nights from around 10pm to 4am and then even in hospital he was sleeping until around 3am. The night we got back home, I fed him at 9pm and the next thing I knew I was waking up at 5.30am, with leaky boobs about to explode. I admit I flew into his room to make sure he was okay. It hasn't lasted though and I now rather suspect it may have had something to do with him getting ill...