I don’t really have much to say as the last 72 hours of my life have consisted of having a 16 month old attached to me morning, noon and night. Either comforting him, piling him up with medication or changing his foul nappies while he screamed and screamed and screamed. Poor little soul.
I feel that he has been through the mill this time around with his fit. They first thought that he had tonsillitis, so gave him penicillin, 20 diarrhea filled nappies later and a trip back to the doctors, we were told that he was allergic to penicillin and that he didn’t have tonsillitis anyway! Arggh!
So then I felt that he had been put through all of it for nothing, but they had to do what they thought was best obviously. So at last today he does seem a bit more of himself. We have actually played today rather than just sit, and he is now fast asleep, so I am now trying to regain normality! And hoping we are coming out the right side of it!
And Then All I Thought About Was You 