Yesterday we took Will to have his jabs and see the Health Visitor (‘Mad Auntie Hy’). Everything’s come at once a bit, my perfect baby has a strange rash on his face which nothing will shift and it turns out that the equally mysterious circular piece of dry skin on the top of his head is caused by RINGWORM!!! I was MORTIFIED. Turns out Molly our cat has worked her magic on poor William. ‘I’m a terrible Muvva!’
When it came to the million and one injections they inflicted on my poor boy, I’m afraid I had to look away, gulping furiously, while Eddie did the honours and held him down for the nurse. He was ever so good actually, but was very poorly later in the evening. Fortunately we had the Calpol on standby and it seemed to help (apart from the dose Eddie managed to administer just as William drew breath for another scream and nearly choked on it – suffice to say panic ensued and Eddie ended up performing a version of what looked like the Heimlich Manoeveure on poor Will).
He finally crashed out at 9.30pm, exhausted. Poor little mite.
William's First Year 