When we got home last night she had a temperature. Put her into her pyjamas only pausing to insert a suppository (oh how she loved that) and her Daddy put her to bed and remained hovering and singing over her cot for half an hour until she dropped off.
Up again at 10.30 roaring. Up at 12.47. Up at 3.30. Bloody electricity gone. Make up bottle with aid of torch which Mr. Waffle has stashed beside the bed for just this kind of emergency. Very hot baby. Decide to dose orally with Nurofen. She takes one look at the spoon and starts to shake all over and scream blue murder. How can they tell that it’s medicine? I hold her while loving spouse tilts spoon down her throat. Very serious unhappiness. Electricity comes back. Take baby to our bed to calm her down. Takes about half an hour. Nurofen begins to take effect. She feels strangely invigorated and starts requesting songs. After an hour of popular favourites including “Row, row, row your boat” and, of course “Meunier, tu dors” consents to go back to bed. She is much better this morning but we are sad shadows of our former selves. Oh truly, a sick baby is utter misery.
on 20 September 2004 at 10:03
For a non-parent this is very insightful.
on 21 September 2004 at 17:07
Thank you. I try. For being so young and all…
on 22 September 2004 at 10:48
Baby Locotes. There was an 80 year old woman at my mother’s golf club called girlie. She got the name when she was the youngest in a large family and it stuck. Maybe this will happen to you. Maybe you will be baby Locotes when we’re all 90 and you’re a sprightly 80. By the by, see Saturday’s Irish Times has an article about how Pana is all trendy now, is it true?
on 22 September 2004 at 16:26
Hmm…I see. To be fair I’ve been highly well-behaved on all these older blogs, not mentioning my youthful appearance and how my life is still all ahead of me, but perhaps a rethink is in order?
I can’t say I read the IT (obviously enough, they’re the enemy *spit* – but I actually don’t rate it much anyway), but Pana is definitely looking well. Were you not here only a while back? Or did you not leave Dublin? Anyways, I don’t know about trendy, but it certainly is all nice and flat and paved and tarmaced. Though as usual the local scumbags are trying their best to mess it up (but I don’t talk about that here in front of readers from other counties – you understand).
on 23 September 2004 at 11:24
Yes, I know the IT is the enemy and it’s very patronising about what it insists on referring to as “the provinces” but what can I do, I married out and himself likes it. Was home in August but everything was still a bit dug up and they certainly didn’t have tables out in front of Reidy’s.
on 23 September 2004 at 12:24
I only found out when I came into work this morning, but they actually had the official opening of the street last night, with parades and music and stuffed shirts posing for pictures, etc. Don’t know how I didn’t hear about that beforehand.
Yeah the tables and chairs outside are everywhere, there’s always a big crowd outside that place. You’ve heard about the new legislation that says the tables have to be put away by 9pm or so? A lot of fuss about it, not too bothered myself as I don’t smoke – MUCH more bothered about Michael Martin’s new scheme to raise alcohol prices – as if we weren’t being scammed enough. Grrr.
on 23 September 2004 at 14:53
Loc, you’re joking, they have to put the tables away. Why? Dutifully watched the official opening on RTE on the computer but a bit difficult to see and fuzzy so not really able to appreciate the grandeur of the street. Liked the woman who said “yeah, they got a Spanish architect to do it, it’s like something you’d see in Santa Ponza but I suppose we’ll have to live with it.”
on 23 September 2004 at 18:19
Please tell me that’s a true quote. Classic. She should know if she’s a true Northsider, seeing as she probably spends every summer there.
Not joking about the tables and chairs, it all has to be brought indoors at 9pm – to prevent chances of ‘public disorder’, i.e. they’re afraid some feen will get a chair across the head after a disagreement. You can see what they mean I guess, but it went down very badly.
on 23 September 2004 at 18:30
Seeing as the RTE website let you down, this might help a bit. Check here for People’s Republic pictures of the opening, and here for their article after the roadworks finished last month. Hilarious. Never say I don’t do anything for you.
on 23 September 2004 at 22:05
Not only is the quote true but here is the link – http://www.rte.ie/news/2004/0922/cork.html. Don’t say I never do anything for you and the squirrel. And NO, I have not had a bad experience with a squirrel. Enjoyed the PRC stuff. Ta.