My little darling is poorly. He’s been a bit cranky today, but late afternoon he seemed to get worse and was having sudden crying fits. We’ve been thinking it’s his tummy because he hasn’t done a poo today and he’s usually regular as clockwork. At dinner time, he refused to stay in his high chair and begrudgingly ate a bit on daddy’s lap in front of the telly. Not ideal, but it was more important to get some food into him.
After downing around a third of his plate, he got upset again and I nursed him. For 45 minutes. He’s rarely stayed on the boob for so long and even fell asleep too! He then unlatched with a start and began crying again. As it was close to bedtime, Sprogdaddy ran his bath hoping the change of scenery would calm him and perhaps the warm water would ease his tummy. Or perhaps not it seems. More crying ensued and Sprogdaddy noticed he didn’t like having his skin touched.
Cue a worried phone call to the out-of-hours doctor, fears of meningitis forming in my mind. These things always have to happen on the weekend of course, when getting to see someone is a major pain in the arse. Sprogzilla came out of the bath, still distressed and we awaited the callback from the doctor. In the meantime, he started writhing on the floor, clearly in discomfort, but we noticed the pain was coming in waves. He would suddenly seem absolutely fine for a few minutes before kicking off again. Temperature was slightly elevated at 38C, but impossible to tell if this was because he was crying so hard.
When a nurse called back, Sprogzilla did what all children do in front of medical professionals – act like everything is fine, implying mother is a paranoid nutter. Well, he cried a little bit, but it wasn’t the loud pain/fear cry he’d been doing all evening and he even ate his porridge! We were advised to keep an eye on him as he seemed calmer, but were also invited down the the surgery if he became worse again.
He did become a little crankier shortly after, but still managed to eat a bit of pear and I think he was over-tired at this point. It was already half an hour past his usual bed time, so we decided to put him to bed. After a short nursing session, he toddled into bed and went straight to sleep.
Hopefully he’ll have a restful night, but I think we may be in for a stormy time until he does that BM. Going by the stinky farts he’s been so kindly sharing with us, there’s definitely something brewing up there. Sprogdaddy and I have already arranged a shift pattern for tonight just in case and I’m covering the first half. *yawn*