1. Staying down
2. An invitation
3. A Big One
We’re back. Highlights of the last 7 days in a paragraph. 3rd Birthday Party. Long trip. Zoo with Granny and Auntie. Barbecue at Auntie’s house. Hotel. Swim: Me, The Man, Son 1 aged 3y 9m, Son 2 aged 10m. Son 2 sick. Son 2 temporary patient at GP. Son 2 in hospital. 2 doctors and a nurse hold Son 2 down to get a canula in fat baby foot. Son 2 on drip. Son 2 discharged. Golden Wedding lunch. Son 1 sick. The Man sick. Me sick. Granny sick. Grandad sick. Return delayed by a day. Long trip. Son 2 sick. Son 2 sick. Son 2 sick. Clearing up in laybys. Febreze. Changing clothes in car parks. More Febreze. 10 hours to get home. Back home, put the boys to bed at 10pm. Give Son 2 his breastfeed. Son 2 sick.
I took today off work to be with Son 2. He kept his morning breast feed down and then slept. Then bits of bananas. Then because he looked interested in Son 1’s lunch, some apple and baby rice. More banana. Water. Pear and baby rice. Breast feed. Cheerios. Everything stayed down. Which is the positive bit.
Son 1 had a snooze after lunch, so did Son 2. I was heading to the shops, so rang The Man to see what he wanted for tea. Come down this end of town, he said, and we’ll have a coffee. ”I’ll be back at 3″ I told Wonder Nanny. “Just go,” she said. “Text me if they wake up.” “Just go,” she said. “Don’t touch the washing, you might catch the bug,” I said. She made a shoo-ing gesture with both hands, so I went. Sat outside in the square. Topics of conversation: Annabel Karmel’s house on the market for £8.5million, down from £10m. AK saying it’s hard to keep recipes below fat and salt limits. Why we keep Son 2 off salt and sugar only to have sodium and glucose dripped into him, 35ml an hour (I didn’t have anything to read.) The Man’s conversations this morning about good fishing spots. The Man got invited to go sailing tonight but said no. He needs to get a diver. He had a salad baguette for lunch. The Town is full of foreigners, there’s a cruise ship in. Wouldn’t it be great if Son 1 was here to play on that bouncy castle with those children?
Granny put a bubble gun in the luggage, which was seized by Son 1 last night. The Man, Son 1 and Son 2 went outside to play with it while I stir fried. Son 1 was a vision of happiness. Giggling, shrieking, calling, laughing. Pearly white baby teeth in an open-mouthed smile, blue eyes dancing. Son 2 - who’s better, but still feeling rough and only vaguely tolerating being more than 6 inches from Mummy - watched from The Man’s arms, interested, but worn out, an occasional little starfish hand reaching out. Son 1 sent the bubbles in through the open kitchen window. More gales of laughter. “Don’t bring that in here, it’ll make the floor too slippery” “No it wo-o- ” Splat. Bambi on ice. Peels of laughter.
Tags: bubble gun, drip, golden wedding anniversary, hospital, sickness, travelling, Zoo
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