Thought you'd like this video.
You would think she was fine and all back to her usual self - but I think that was a post chocolate bunny sugar rush, as she is still not herself today :(
Here are some pics of Easter morning:
What you can't see is that she had another bad night, care of her cold. I had to sleep in with her for the second night in a row, as all she wants is 'Mummy cuddles' when she is like this. And I feel so sorry for her. It's easier to be on hand and in the same room when she's poorly.
At 4am this morning, she puked up the phlegm that had been troubling her all day. As usual, there was a lot of it. She puked at mega speed and managed to get it through my hair, down my back and down the back of my pants. Daddy was on hand with the muslins which are still kept available for this purpose, but she was just too fast.
You would think she was fine and all back to her usual self - but I think that was a post chocolate bunny sugar rush, as she is still not herself today :(
Here are some pics of Easter morning:
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I thought we might have had a few dramas in us encouraging Baby A to eat her most favourite animal (well, apart from Miaow) - but apparently not! |
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This was bought by my Auntie and Uncle at a 100th birthday party - very cute idea as it's an egg-warmer, so they put a chocolate egg in there for Baby A, as you will see. |
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At 4am this morning, she puked up the phlegm that had been troubling her all day. As usual, there was a lot of it. She puked at mega speed and managed to get it through my hair, down my back and down the back of my pants. Daddy was on hand with the muslins which are still kept available for this purpose, but she was just too fast.
So there I am, changing my phlegm pants at 4.10 ish. Happy Easter. How about some phlegm in your pants Mum. Have some of that.
At least I saw the funny side. Poor little lamb. You've all seen I'm used to being a washer-woman, so what's a few more pairs of pants?
The worst bit was not so much the puke itself as the fact I can't shower because of the work we are having done to the bathroom. So my sick-hair remains so to the very moment I type. I have been wet-wiped to within an inch of my life. But boy I'm looking forward to tomorrow when the shower can have it's first use. Whoopee!
I would bag first dibs, but in fairness, I'm pretty confident Mr Big won't put up a fight. Unless he finds the scent of baby phlegm puke alluring, I'm confident he will be pushing me into that shower the second it's useable!
Poor Mr Big.
WM xx
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