Today has been a worry all round and I feel absolutely drained and ready to crawl into bed with this week’s Heat.
Will went to see the Health Visitor – his ezcma is awful, it’s not getting any better, in fact it’s actually worse. The skin in all his little creases is red raw and although we continue to slather him with the ointment she prescribed 3 weeks ago, it doesn’t seem to be doing anything to help. Even Hy seems to be at a loss now, so tomorrow we have to go and see Dr Endersby to find out if he can help.
To add to my worries, he’s put on very little weight in the last 3 weeks, only 5 1/2 ozs. He’s feeding fine so I can’t understand what’s happening. Hy says that most babies go through a stage where their weight doesn’t increase, I know Debs had the same with Taylor, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I’ll see what the Dr says tomorrow, and book us in for another appointment next week, if he’s still not gaining then I just don’t know what we do. I am so loathe to use formula! Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Finally, we had to go for Will’s second set of jabs, it’s absolutely heartbreaking to have to hold him – I couldn’t look, just held him close and the tears rolled down my cheeks while poor little Will cried his eyes out. I know it’s for his own good, but I feel so cruel. Fortunately the aftermath wasn’t as bad as last time, he only had one little syringe of Calpol and is now fast asleep and peaceful.
William's First Year 