My poor little Freya! As I posted last week, she was not a well little girl at all last weekend but thankfully hadn't been sick again since Monday night. As a precaution we kept her off school on Tuesday as well - a full 24 hours without being sick, and she'd be as right as rain, we thought....
I'd let Deanne down on Thursday night when I was due to go over as I felt awful myself when I got in from work and was fast asleep by 6:15pm. Woke up at 8:05pm and rang to offer my apolgies. Togged myself up in full length jammies and socks and went straight back to bed. Friday I felt pretty kaka myself but still went to work with a litre bottle of Lucozade to get me throught my solid food fast. I wasn't following the same sickie route that Freya had been on!
I nipped to see Deanne on Friday night and spent a lovely few hours in her company, chatting away easily and putting the worlds to rights (as you do!). I was just picking up my handbag at 11:00pm to head off home when my phone rings. On the other end I hear this little voice..... "Mum, Freya's just been really sick again!" Jacob, bless him was ringing me to warn me of my impending welcome.
She did look a sorry little sight when I got home, sitting on the stool in the bathroom while Daddy (for the second time this week) scrubs food out of her thick, cream cotton rug, mops and disinfects her floor (thank goodness we got rid of the carpet in the kids' bedrooms - now what I mean???!!!) Luckily I'd bought a new quilt for her in the week, so it was on with that one and a clean cover ready for her to go back to bed, complete with plastic bin at the side within 'reach'.
So for another night I slept fitfully and lightly listening out for my baby incase she needed her momma. An uneventful night thankfully and a very sparse day food wise for her today. Lots of 'honey tea' to keep the calories up, as she's only a little poppet, no fat reserves to tide her over in times of starvation!
Fingers crossed that she'll be fine now, eh?