Showing posts with label poorly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poorly. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

I'm poorly

Now I know how Orn feels! Woke up with a sore throat, which I assume is what she's had. I'd quite like to nap until it goes, but that's not an option. Some new nappies arrived, and a hoodie with ears, that cheered me up.

The weather has been rubbish, but we did venture out to the post office to send more clothes I'd sold on ebay (waaaah). All the short sleeved 0-3 vests, the adorable tiny little newborn footless sleepsuits that she outgrew in 30 seconds and the most girly 0-3 sleepsuits.

I also rammed her into her "Little Farmer" outfit for another comparison photo...*sniff*
1 day, 6 weeks 1 day and 17 weeks.
 Aaaand sorted out breast milk donation, hopefully the bottles will arrive soon and I can get started!

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Poorly Day

This is the second day she's really been off her food. She's also been clingy and whingy, though generally a silly noise gets a smile. She's had a temperature too, so has needed a couple of doses of calpol (god it's horrible nowadays).

In better news, she's trying to blow raspberries which is very cute. She's not quite got the hang of it (and wouldn't do it for Daddy), but tongue certainly goes between lips and creates bubbles and lots of dribble!

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Poorly-eye baby (and Flail gets a name)

Since she was born she has had a goopy eye. It had been getting steadily worse, and the hospital took a swab before discharging her. By 9pmish last night there was full on oozy green ick, and it looked so red and swollen. She was distraught and wouldn't stop crying, I was distraught and wouldn't stop crying so off we went to the walk in clinic and got the last appointment of the day. At the clinic you fill in a form with name, so there she is, Orna Alice. The screening nurse pronounced it Or-neigh, and I was a bit afraid to correct her in case we were the ones saying it wrong. Unsurprisingly, given the sticky green nature of the eye she has an infection, and has to have drops for 5 days. By the time we got out, the chemist at the clinic had closed, so we asked where the nearest 24 hour one was, and were told "just up the road". Cue Mike trying the door of two chemists "just" up the road with all their lights on but locked doors, then at the very end of the very long road we find one that is actually open.

She seems a lot happier now with the eye drops, and how cute are her monkey shoes?