I started a far more interesting post yesterday, on bringing up a girl. But that was before my girl vomited all over the dental nurse, then a while later all over me. After stripping to my knickers and washing my hair for the second time, and then a second load of washing after she repeated the favour on Marto, we called the out of hours GP.
Long night short, she has gastroenteritis. Three bottles of electrolytes later and on a diet of chicken soup, she’s improved enormously. We are however exhausted. And slightly sad that I had to cancel my hairdressers appointment and swanky dinner with clients. Something no doubt we shall have to get used to.
She is definitely growing up. Last plight when her suit was covered with bodily substances on both the inside and outside, she stood naked in the kitchen so I could clean her and the floor up, holding onto my shoulder for balance. When did my tiny baby get so old that she could stand up for a nappy change?
So, for now, we recover. And then hopefully, back to writing something more substantial…
