The Smell of Little Pong

He's a pretty good husband too

Every morning, even though my husband has to leave the house at a ridiculous hour, he brings me a cup of tea in bed before he leaves. As I am still feeding Theo in the night I appreciate this more than I can say. It makes hauling myself out of bed each day that little bit easier.

I've not had such a great week this week. I've been back and forth to the hospital with Theo, as he's had to have his cannula refitted a few times, and I can tell you it is not such a pleasant experience watching a load of doctors trying to squeeze a plastic tube into your baby's veins. Oh no. And I'm taking Freyja to have her MMR* this morning - why make life easy?

Today when I came downstairs there was a Hotel Chocolat bag waiting for me:


Yum. Choccies for breakfast!

* Update: The MMR was not bad at all. The nurse who did it was so great that she'd finished before either Freyja or I really knew what was going on. Yes, she did cry but she recovered very quickly and spent some time afterwards congratulating herself on being such a brave girl.

posted by solveig @ 8:11 AM