Another temperature, another obsessive day.

December 21st 2009 started off like any other day but will stay in my memory as the worst day of my life and one that continues to haunt me every time the Boy is under the weather.

It was a Monday and I was really excited as it was my works christmas party for kids so I was taking the Boy (then 13 months) to work to show him off to my colleagues. We had a nice lunch with a colleague and his family and then went on to the party which was fun although after a bit the Boy started getting upset, it was unusual behaviour for him as he was usually a very happy baby but as there were no obvious signs of illness I just put it down to teething and gave him some calpol. Before this day I was a very relaxed parent when it came to illnesses – kids get them and unless something is obviously very wrong there isn’t much to do other than give them calpol, rest and cuddles. He seemed to perk up after the calpol and we had a really nice time together although he seemed a bit unwell again when he fell asleep on me on the train home. Continue reading

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