When I dropped Emily at Ui she got very upset, which is unusual for her, and I hurried away guiltily with her cries ringing in my ears. I prayed that she would produce a poo while she was there, but worryingly she still didn't do one by the end of the day. She did try to poo after tea while watching Peppa Pig but there was nothing in half an hour apart from a few tears. Nick and I were agreed that after 8 days we could wait no longer to get it sorted out professionally and would take her to see a doctor next day.
It was a beautiful day but I had to spend it all indoors, first in the swimming pool and then shopping and cleaning. It felt like the end of an era as I decided it was time to reclaim our living room and dismantle Emily's playpen, where her toys were corralled but she rarely played. It pleased my need for neatness to have a set of drawers in which to put all her toys away each evening, and I later smoothed her obvious fretting about the loss of the playpen by telling her she could decorate the plastic drawers with stickers.
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