I’m sick and tired, of Willow being sick and tired! February 20, 2012

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It was a Sunday, Willow was seeking attention and climbing up her daddy (me, that is). She started to rest her head on my chest. After a little cuddle and a few face tickles she fell asleep and slept on me for nearly two hours. She hadn’t properly fallen asleep on me in months and while I knew it wasn’t a good idea, it was lovely. I spent a fair bit of that time looking down at this amazing little being, breathing gently and dreaming. Perfect… right?

Wrong! I should have seen this rarity as a sign that all was not well. Later that evening Willow threw up – she is not a ‘sicky baby’ and I can count the amount of times she has vomited on one hand, and still have spare fingers. That night she slept really well only waking twice during the night, this again should have been a sign that all was really not well.

Over the next two days we saw our daughter become weak and joyless. She didn’t giggle, she seldom played and wanted to spend all of her time cuddling and having books read to her. It should have been a nice treat to be able to ‘chill out’ with our little angel but it was far from nice, it was hideous. Our buddle of joy was a shadow of her former self. The doctors weren’t too worried, just a bit of vomiting and diarrhoea (Gastroenteritis to be precise) and that we had to keep her hydrated and eating as much as possible. It really was a bad time to be a parent.

Fortunately, on the 5^th night, she giggled when I made silly growling noises while I changed her nappy. The relief was immense and I feel myself welling up just thinking about it. Two days later and she is waking up every 3-4 hours (or less), demanding that EVERYTHING is done her way and only with her permission and screaming the house down when things don’t go her way… still… I’m so glad she is back. I missed my bossy, stroppy, funny precious little girl.