He hasn’t taken to the food again since he’s been ill. Very little appetite, and quite grumbly with his food. He did have one and a half bananas for tea, though. We’ll give it another day then go back to the doctor – he’s got precious little weight without losing some.
So it’s still a bit worrying even though he’s ok when food isn’t involved. He’s sitting up – almost on his own but he gets tired and falls over. And he can roll over (front to back) quite well. The other lovely thing is how he’s hitting things – he’d learnt to stroke the books for texture, which turned into slapping things… now he likes making banging noises on anything he can.
He’s OK now, hasn’t been sick for two days. However, going back to breastfeeding on demand has undone loads of the good weaning work – he doesn’t really want food but stares longingly at mummy’s chest…
He slept through the orchids at Kew today, waking in the palm house to stare up at the green palms with his ‘concentrating face’ – all round eyes and little frown lines – the v-shaped ones rising up and out from above the inner tips of his eyebrows.
I must get round to a taxonomy of his frowns – there is quite a variety and they all mean different things. Some like his mum and some like his dad.
He’s been sick a few times – enough that the Dr wanted to see him again.
He’s asleep now, temperature controlled with Calpol, and hopefully with some sleep he’ll start to feel better.
The pain of being powerless to help is very hard to bear. It gnaws at me that i can’t help, or even to explain that it will be OK soon.
He’s been night-sick for the first time. He woke us up with a cry about 5; he was quite distraught. He had a small fever, and we put him back to bed after a feed and a little calpol.
Can’t tell if it’s the antibiotics, the ear infection or the full-fat cow’s milk he had yesterday. Maybe all three.
It’s horrid to see him cry after being sick. Can’t help but transfer how we know it feels to be sick – such a primal reaction – a part of the body acting completely without or against your control. Hope he gets better soon (obviously).
Leo’s still not drinking much of anything – water or formula. Worried he’s getting dehydrated but there’s no crying or anything so we shouldn’t worry too much. In terms of the solid food though, he has almost anything we give him, lapping up spinach and peas. But – cauliflower was a BIG no-no. I think the texture more than the taste.
He’s learnt to sit up, but he does forget most of the time. We can’t sit him on the floor – he suddenly flops forward or backwards.
He has an ear infection at the moment. We have to give him antibiotics, which we can mix with his solid food during the day. But, we are back squirting fluid into his mouth when he’s half asleep. He wakes up and screams, but then does go to sleep quicly afterwards. So, i’m not sure he actually wakes up properly. I imagine in future he’ll have nightmares about being forced to drink something horrid…
He has his first tooth! A tiny little sharp point sprouting up from his lower gum. I couldn’t really see it (again, such a wriggle boy!) but my oh my i could feel it. Sharper than our dinner knives.
He is now taking after his dad. When i was little, i wriggled (despite nurses saying it wasn’t possible) up the cot until my head touched the end. And i still can’t sleep without a headboard.
It looks like Leo’s the same. We took a look after dinner, and he had got right out of his covers – his toes were a good 4 inches beyond the end of the blanket. This meant he was under the changing table. I pulled him back down – he didn’t protest but i wonder where we’ll find him in the morning.