26 October 08

The worst day I've had in ages. Having gone to bed at midnight, Emily started making noises from about 2am, and as I am a light sleeper and tuned in to her frequency I could not rest. Eventually around 3.30, I went in and found that she was actually sound asleep though still babbling on and off. She was also really snuffly. At 4.30 she woke crying, and when I went to her I found that she was running a high temperature and very bunged up. I stripped off her sleeping bag to cool her down, and gave her some water, but she was very hard to placate so I had to give in and put her on the breast to calm her down - something I've not done during the night for a long time. She dropped off on my lap, but when I tried to put her back into the cot she got upset again. By now it was 5.30 and starting to get light, so I decided that I might as well get her up. Nick had still not returned home from his night out and I was getting a bit worried; when I called him he was just walking home! I was pleased that he'd had such a good time, though the timing was unfortunate as I could have done with some support. Oh well.

Of course, as we were both so weary we were quite ratty with each other. Nick went off to try to catch up on some rest, and I had to stay up with a lively Emily. Thank goodness she napped for an hour and a half later on. I was still not sure if she had a fast-developing cold or the symptoms related to teething. Whatever the problem was it certainly affected her appetite, as she kept spitting out her lunch. Eventually she had to make do with a cheese triangle, a pot of yogurt and two grapes.

The last thing we wanted was to go out and be sociable, but we had an invite to Roman's 1st birthday. Unfortunately it had rained lightly in the morning, so instead of a picnic in the park we had to go to an apartment for the party. As Stephanie lives right out ion the suburbs her friends had volunteered their place as a venue. It turned out that they were from South Wales! If I had known how good a turn out there would be I would have called and said we couldn't go, but I was worried that they would have gone to a lot of effort and not have many people attending. When we got there we found that there were at least 20 babies, with both parents; the apartment was heaving and it was hard to walk around without treading on a balloon (or a sprog). We didn't stay long, and Emily slept through half of that. She looked very hot, so we made our excuses and got off home.