and so it continues

Just as I thought;  after a whole month fighting Harry's cold, ear infection and diarrhea our poor little boy  is now teething.

The diarrhea started with the first antibiotics treatment and lasted until yesterday (week and a half after finishing the second treatment) and it was breaking my heart as most nights would include a full change of clothing as well as sleeping bag and bed sheets, after poor little guy has filled up his nappy with a runny number 2. The sight of his baboon like little behind was reason enough to lead me to tears.

Just my luck! When I thought we would start to get some sort of normality at night times, lill guy went all ratty and nervous and last night woke up every hour from midnight until 4am when, it seems, he gave up sleeping all together. Main problem was; he wouldn't t sleep but wouldn't wake up either so after a bit of a feed all we had was a screaming baby and a daddy whose alarm clock was about to go off at 5am.

We ended up the three of us in our bed, daddy enjoying his final half an hour of sleep, baby enjoy mummy's cuddles and eventually having a kip and mummy laying in bed in the most uncomfortable position ever and freezing her behind because all she could through over her was a thin fleeced blanket.

Finally at 6am, after being up and down every time Harry woke up and wouldn't stop crying - probably because he never slept in my bed before and didn't understand where he was - we both managed to sleep for an hour as this time he fed to sleep laying in bed so I could get myself comfortable enough to catch some shut eye.

So now my dilemma is, do i give him Calpol for the night and risk the diarrhea coming back or do I try to make do with bonjela  I'll leave this one for daddy to decide as i don't wanna kick myself for whatever happens lol

Result so far is that baby is tired and moody, mummy is moody and comfort eating - as well as really unlucky as the house if full of Christmas treats left overs - and daddy has another early morning tomorrow so won't be much help...oh well, I can always come here and moan about it.

One more sleep till Santa! Already?

If you thought I went on holiday and abandoned the blog I wouldn't blame you. I hardly posted anything this month, not even Harry's 6 months milestones. Never stopped by to tell you I started working (just a few hours a week from home but that's something already). Even my Flashback Fridays and Silent Sundays were forgotten in a few occasions.

What if I tell you that the first cold I told you about became an ear infection that is still going on? Today Harry finishes his second bottle of antibiotics and I can only hope his body has responded to the medication this time around. Would you forgive me then?

I've been ill as well but my main problem at the moment really are the sleepless nights. Lill guy no longer manage long sleeps and at some nights that means I'm up every hour. I do hope with all my heart that really is just because of his ear and all the medication he is taking at the moment.

no more playing on the floor until his ears are better so playing mat
on sofa bed instead

Of course I have no illusions and something tells me he won't go back to being that amazing lill sleeper he used to be AND I can tell that once he is better his bloody tooth that had been bothering him for months will finally decide to cut through, just you watch it!

The result of that - apart from grumpy baby who's fed up with being in pain and grumpy mum who an only daydream with a night's sleep - is that most of my Christmas traditions were left to the one side this year. No Winter Wonderland, no cute little Santa's helper outfit for Harry - by the time I managed to go to the shops they were all gone, all I could find was a rather cheep looking baby's 1st Christmas hat but of course I got that one lol.

Our presents were finally wrapped this weekend - luckily I always get our pressies online around October/November otherwise I would've had to face the masses this weekend.

In fact I almost cancelled Christmas, really. That happened when on Thursday I was finally out to get the final bits I needed for the big day and the other half calls to say he had the vomiting bug. Seriously??? I felt like sitting right down and cry, everything going so wrong. On the top of it all I lost a very dear member of my brazilian family just last Sunday and i know their Christmas won't be the best this year.

Thankfully the bug was just a stomach one and after a few days of little food and lots of rest today he is back at work. In terms of my family back home we are all searching for solace on the fact that my dear sister on law - who was more like a sister to me as she knew me since I was a baby - is now gone but my parent's 3rd granchild was born as aunt W was being buried and now her very own grandson is due within a few days. So now Christmas is back on track.

My poor boys on cozy sofa bed.

With everything that happened I decided to change my food shopping - I do that online as well so last minute changes are no problem - I decided to cheat big time and got everything ready to cook. This year I am only cooking a few bits from scratch rather then the whole roast dinner as I usually do.
Also have most foods ready for the family on Boxing Day - to be honest since Christmas to me is being with the family I'm more excited about the 26th than the 25th December this year.


Finally feels like it's Christmas and right now I can't wait to see Harry opening his presents.

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

Baby's 1st cold

disclaimer: this post contains reference to bodily functions, both baby and adult ones,so if you are not kin on it please move along . If you don't mind those things read on and then let me know have would you cope with the same situation. This was baby's first cold and unfortunately I know it won't be the last so share your thoughts for future reference!!!

In his sleeping bag Sunday morning watching cartoons, as you do

Yes ladies and gentleman, it happened. The cold whether came, babies in the neighborhood were hit one by one and then came our turn. It started as just a blocked nose and even though I know that's how a cold starts for me, I did not think it would happen. Not this early, not on this whether, not on the week when we had so much planned.

The blocked nose got worse and before I knew it lill guy was taking breaks while feeding to catch his breath...poor little guy. off to the doctors we went and the best he could do was giving us this vapor medicine for him to inhale from warm water. Now try to get a 5 month old baby - almost 6!!! - to inhale anything! At first I thought he would try to grab the jug with the liquid so I held on to it very tightly but no, he actually tried to drink it.

Yap the exclusively breastfed baby who won't take a bottle or sippy cup or anything, tried to drink his medicine from a 1lt glass jug.

 His nose is now runny and i finally found out how to use one of those nose suction cleaner things. It's night time and we are up every half an hour. Between dummy runs, restless feeds and baby waking up full of beans out of the blue, mummy never managed much shut eye at all. Even worse when you seat there feeling terribly sorry for your little boy who ends up getting mouths full of catarrh together with his milk.

The weekend comes and brings your visit who's coming to stay for a few days. Luckily she's a great friend and won't be put off by the mess in the house. No time or energy left for house choirs I'm afraid. Even worse now that mummy's throat is a bit ticklish, even worse now that for the first time in year and 2 months mummy got her period. I walk into the front room and declare to daddy; this is it, I'm in hell.

 Even though all of our weekend plans felt apart I was really happy Q was with us, nothing like have someone who's feeling fresh and is dying to see your little one. Not only she played with him loads giving me a bit of a break, she also cooked for us a couple of time and helped me taking my mind off things by joining us during our walks - baby wouldn't sleep so had to take him out even though it was freezing outside. Unfortunately there was no Winter Wonderland, mulled wine or churros for us neither Q and daddy had their Brasilian beer as they usually do but there was a little visit to the farmers market and the Christmas tree went up as planned.

Now mummy's cold is getting worse and even though baby is so lovely - even with a bad cold he laughs and plays most of the day - we know he isn't getting better. Off to the doctors we went again and now he has an ear infection. So antibiotics and Calpol it is and that night mummy finally got some sleep.

Q is now gone, daddy is back at work and is just baby and I at home all day; him with a nasty cough and but thankfully sleeping a bit during the day and me with the nastiest sinus infection I've ever had. I was dizzy and with a headache that burnt 24/7. My eyes were achy and my body just did not want to move but I did have Harry to look after. Even though I wanted to sleep I stayed awake, even though I wanted to rest I had to play, even though I did not want to eat , as a breastfeeding mum, I had to drag myself to the kitchen and sort some grub out.

Of course I could have spoke to the doctor when I took Harry to the gp, could have told her about my sinus pain and ask for medication but it seems when your little one is restless in your arms and the doctor is about to give you something that will calm him down, you just forget about your own pain. For a whole day I regretted that; I could have started on antibiotics with him and then we both would be on the mend.

Finally got to see the doctor about me, that's a rarity. Mummy is now on antibiotics and fir the first time in days only had a bit of a headache instead of the burning sensation all over my head and face.

On he next morning mummy is still ill but is much better and has a bit of energy. I gave the front room a bit of a tidy up and finally got a move on the rest of the Christmas decorations - getting the house ready for Christmas never took me so long, it's usually ready by the end of play on the 1st of December.

Today lill guy finishes his antibiotics but he is still on Calpol after a restless night when mummy decided not to give him any. Mummy still have a couple of days to go on her own medicine and hopefully by the time the weekend comes we are both 100% and his diarrhea - caused by all the drugs - is gone and we can finally find ourselves in a bit more of a Christmassy spirit.

That is it, not glamorous, not fun, not nice but the first cold has come and (almost) gone and life moves on. Lill guy is 6 months this weeks and we will finally start him on some solid foods hurray!!!