The poor baby got Roseola (still no idea how to pronounce it) - a fairly mild virus involving fever and a rash - the fever was sad, he whimpered and looked miserable, felt burning hot and I had to reluctantly get out the Calpol and baby Nurofen - I know fevers are designed to 'burn up' the virus but the possibility of febrile convulsions always scares me... especially when it says in the books 'not to worry, they're really usually harmless, just scary to watch - but dial 999 if it happens...' umm, mixed messages?
Anyway once that stopped he got a rash and looked like a poor little sick monster. He carried on crawling, but in a desultory manner, as though it really wasn't worth the effort and sat about looking sad and weary. He stopped eating altogether and for one day barely drank, not even milk, which was a bit worrying. He somehow looked smaller, as though you need life force to make up the whole of your physical bulk and his was diminished.
But suddenly he turned the corner and woke up - at 2.30 am - full of beans and the joy of life. The rash had reduced quite impressively just overnight. By 3.30am we admitted defeat and allowed him to be awake - he was obviously feeling GREAT as you do after an illness and was keen to get back to exploring. It was almost a relief to watch him pull wine bottles out of the wine rack, huge books out of the bookshelf - which trapped his legs under them and then see how excited he was by a new swing kindly bought for him by his Great-Grandmother, which had arrived while he was languishing.
Normal service resumed.
Anyway once that stopped he got a rash and looked like a poor little sick monster. He carried on crawling, but in a desultory manner, as though it really wasn't worth the effort and sat about looking sad and weary. He stopped eating altogether and for one day barely drank, not even milk, which was a bit worrying. He somehow looked smaller, as though you need life force to make up the whole of your physical bulk and his was diminished.
But suddenly he turned the corner and woke up - at 2.30 am - full of beans and the joy of life. The rash had reduced quite impressively just overnight. By 3.30am we admitted defeat and allowed him to be awake - he was obviously feeling GREAT as you do after an illness and was keen to get back to exploring. It was almost a relief to watch him pull wine bottles out of the wine rack, huge books out of the bookshelf - which trapped his legs under them and then see how excited he was by a new swing kindly bought for him by his Great-Grandmother, which had arrived while he was languishing.
Normal service resumed.
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