Me
Pregnancy related maladies
Return of rash leading to scabrous arms and legs (thankfully the weather is not such as to encourage baring of same)
Sore toe (no sniggering – last night while rushing to the aid of my howling infant, I stubbed my toe and today I am limping pitifully)
Industrial accident (painful paper cut on top of middle finger making typing
excrutiating)
excrutiating)
Mr. Waffle
Sore neck (leading to a certain stiffness in bearing)
Headache
Princess
Has for three nights in a row thrown up in the middle of the night. She has no other symptoms. No temperature. Nothing. Last night when I picked her out of her cot she said she was sick and we rushed to the bathroom where she dutifully threw up. Though obviously worried that she was ill, I was pleased that I had explained to her that if she felt sick it was a good idea to go to the bathroom; particularly since our supply of clean bedding was nearly exhausted. In my triumph, about the controlled vomitting incident I had forgotten that my daughter is like her father – very cautious. So for the next hour my loving husband and I took it in turns to sit with her on the bathroom floor. Every time we tried to persuade her back to her bed or ours she said piteously “dans la salle de bain”. Anyway eventually she went back to bed and slept for the rest of the night and this morning she seemed fine, though a bit tired and crabby. Alas, this evening, she was not fine when I picked her up from the creche. The new person said she had spent most of the day lying on the floor with Hop Hop crying. She had her nap and ate her lunch and didn’t have a temperature and when questioned said she was not sick but sad. I am a bit annoyed that they didn’t call us. I mean, she’s only 2 she may not be fully au fait with the difference between existential angst and feeling nauseous and tired. Anyhow I brought her down to the car and strapped her in and she said “Sick Mummy” so I rapidly unstrapped her and she threw up all over the pavement. Poor mite. She was anxious that I should clean up the pavement but I held back. When we got home she was sick again and she’s now gone to bed where I hope she will recover before her paternal grandparents arrive tomorrow. I must say, it makes me feel very sad to think of my baby girl lying on the floor crying while I was quiet at work and could easily have taken a half day and brought her home. This working mother thing can be trying.
Comments
beachhutman
on 19 May 2005 at 08:49
Yeah, hope it comes out well.
That could have been put in a more felicitous way I guess. 
Minkleberry
on 19 May 2005 at 09:09
awww poor little girl. But what control. I still don’t quite make it to the toilet everytime I’m sick!
belgianwaffle
on 20 May 2005 at 18:16
Aw thank you all for good health wishes. So far they only seem to be really working for my loving husband but he is very grateful..
dmts
on 20 May 2005 at 18:26
Oh it is pitiful – ‘not sick but sad’. Poor princess – may she be up and telling you all to fuck off before too long
dmts
on 21 May 2005 at 15:35
they grilled neither small fluffy animals or children. The fluffies were there to be pretty and the grilled stuff was sausages.