Month: July 2006

Will has gone into overdrive; talking non-stop and the sounds he makes are really new and diverse. Eddie is convinced he said ‘Dada’ at lunchtime, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Ah well, that’s what you get when a baby who has a professional witterer for a mother! He’s also finally got the joke about rolling and that’s all he does now. As soon as you put him in his cot, he’s over, grinning up at you through the bars. He’s desperate to get moving, little legs pumping behind him as his bum sticks up in the air and nose disappears into the mat. Alas one trick we can’t help him with.

A wonderful day, very happy and quite emotional too. The bride was a vision (we all got teary as she walked up towards the Japanese temple where the ceremony was held), the food ambrosial and the music as trucker as befits a Norgate gathering. We were very disciplined and managed to restrain ourselves from phoning home too often – in the end we only called twice and Will was absolutely fine 🙂

…the hangover, the humiliation. Spent yesterday in a state of torpor after yet again over-estimating my drinking prowess (maximum nightly intake should be no more than 2 x spritzers) and being rescued by Eddie, a Prince amongst husbands. Sigh.

Now Will has discovered how to roll, he just rolls over and over now for the hell of it. The next challenge is actually moving towards things. He’s moving his legs, but can’t control his head and arms yet so his nose disappears into the floor while his feet flail madly in the air. He’s a pretty determined boy so I’m sure if it’s crawling he wants to do next, he’ll get there sooner rather than later.

In the meantime everything’s on a much more even keel, Sunday feels like a dream. I’m now utterly neurotic about wasps as Eddie used to have a very serious reaction to wasp stings. One of the bastards landed on Will today and I went absolutely berserk. Poor Will was so upset, one minute he was enjoying his milk and the next minute his Mother had turned into an insane, shrieking harpie who was slapping him about (I was trying to get the wasp off his front).

My nerves are non-existent.

We’ve found out the hard way that William is severely allergic to eggs after he went into anaphylactic shock within minutes of eating scrambled eggs on Sunday night.

I’d made them to give him something new and different, not thinking anything of it. Within about 5 minutes of starting to feed him he began to choke, so I picked him up and tried to thump him on the back to remove what I thought was a bit of the egg. When I looked at him though, his whole face looked as though he’d been rolling in nettles – covered in white spots surrounded by an angry red surround. I called Eddie in who took Will and again tried to see if he had something in his throat. By this time we were really worried, Will was having difficulty breathing and was crying in a really hoarse voice. We called 999 and within 10 minutes an ambulance was with us.

By this time Will was still distressed, but calmer and he seemed better after some oxygen and nebuliser. We set off for Basingstoke Hospital with Eddie following and eventually he went to sleep. Then, about 5 minutes before we arrived, he opened his eyes and projectile vomited egg EVERYWHERE. The poor little mite was absolutely beside himself now, and the rash came back with a vengeance, covering his entire body in hives.

We were taken through to A&E and 3 very nervous looking girls gave him some adrenaline, which proceeded to drop his heartrate to such an extent that they then had to call the crash team. By this time, Eddie and I were in bits – I was in tears and we both wanted to tell them to leave the baby alone. They utterly failed to get a drip into his arm as well and poor Will was screaming and screaming. Eventually help arrived in the shape of a consultant and paediatrician and after some Piriton and Steroids he stabilised and we were able to take him up to a room on the ward.

Everything had kicked off at 5.00pm and it was now 8.30pm and Will could hardly keep his eyes open. We managed to get him into a very quick bath to wash off the awful egg smell and he took a little bit of milk before conking out. I stayed with him on a fold away bed and Eddie was an angel and went home for our things, coming back at 10.00pm to say goodnight.

Fortunately Will managed to make it through to 5.30am before waking up for food, and seemed much, much better. We were finally allowed to take him home yesterday morning at 4.00pm.

It almost seems unreal now we look at him and he’s fine. Next step is to get him properly tested by an allergy consultant, and in the meantime, NO MORE EGG.

Kids, mortgage, life insurance, car tax, weight gain, aches, pains, 4 grey hairs, wrinkles, PEPs, ISA, husband, Audi Estate, cat, fatigue, housework, low alcohol tolerance, early bed, routine, bingo wings, book club, Waitrose, NCT, gardening, Oddbins, gym, creche, blog.

I am feeling every single minute of my 33 years.

Wonderful times with Lowly home looking forward to her wedding and Sarah’s new baby iminent – add in a refreshing pool + lots of sunshine and you have the perfect recipe for halcyon Summer days.

It was officially the hottest day recorded since 1911 today with temperatures reaching 38 degrees – a furnace. Will and I went into town early to try to escape the heat, but even at 10.30am it was sweltering. Fortunately we were saved by Lowly and Sarah who we met for lunch and a swim, just what the doctor ordered. Will is loving the water and we even had a splash later on at home in the gargantuan paddling pool (I bought it last year for Dave actually, so he could enjoy the sunshine but stay cool and it disappeared in the chaos as we did the house up until I found it by accident yesterday morning).

Will’s doing much better in the heat these days, maybe he’s getting used to it, or maybe it’s because his ezcema’s improving. We’re able to put him to bed in just a vest now without him scratching insanely. He’s fast asleep now thank heavens and it’s gradually cooling down. He’s discovered he can lie on his side now, and sleeps on the right. I’ll be interested to see if it has any effect on the shape of his head because for the past 6 months he’s only ever slept on his back lying on the left side of his head (the flat side!).

Off to the osteopath tomorrow and am going to ask her what sort of changes she thinks will happen to Will’s head if he carries on with the cranial and also starts becoming more upright.

A very busy weekend, mostly spent shovelling various types of food and drink into the baby. It was our first Saturday visit to Mother’s which was OK, but difficult without any of the usual stuff I have at home to prepare everything for Will’s meals. This weaning business is exhausting. Then time for a quick turnaround before heading off to Darren’s for a barbie. As ever, I got hopelessly lost trying to find the village, and Will yelling in the back of a very hot car didn’t help matters. Fortunately we made it in the end and it was lovely to see everyone albeit briefly (as once again I seemed to spend most of my time feeding Will). Great to see Emma and Ed’s new baby George and the two babies played together on the lawn which was very sweet.

Tried to take it easier yesterday and Eddie was an angel and let me rest up in the sunshine which I really needed. We had our first barbie for supper and sat outside under the new pergola eating by lantern-light. Lovely.

This week is going to be majorly busy, added to which I’m laying off booze and going to get some seriously early nights. Feeling very run down and very tired. I need some REST!

Yells of excitement from the nursery greeted William’s first attempt at a ‘real’ dump as his proud Father unveiled the mini poo and then inisisted I come in to view the latest achievement of our (clearly gifted) son.