Interesting night! Leigh went to give Imogen her dream feed and she started projectile vomiting like something from the Exorcist, which as you can imagine scared us massively! After several debates and full soakings with our daughters stomach contents (and more, but who knows where it came from, I’m sure she hadn’t eaten anywhere near that volume!) we decided to call NHS Direct for advice. Once we described the situation, we were very alarmed to hear that a rapid response vehicle and ambulance were on their way.

It was fantastic the speed with which someone arrived though, especially as we live in the middle of nowhere. The paramedic was great as well, put us totally at ease and checked Imogen thoroughly – although of course by now she was smiling and flirting rather than looking like the incredibly sick child she had been 5 minutes earlier!

The ambulance team were equally great and all spent ages cooing over the now very happy, jolly baby, whilst Leigh & I looked on in our dressing gowns coated in regurgitated milk! They strongly recommended we went into hospital for a check over, so we hastily got dressed and then I was strapped into the stretcher in the back of the ambulance whilst holding Imogen, with Leigh being sent to follow us by car.

At the hospital the staff were also very friendly, although we felt a bit stupid, especially when people kept asking if she was our first child, which made me feel that I was a paranoid parent (again!). They did all reassure us many times though that they would prefer to check out a child of this age.

Needless to say – and very luckily for us – everything was fine, she recovered immediately and we were left relieved, tired and grateful it wasn’t more serious. Also feeling a bit more confident we can deal with situations like this if they should arise again – and the advice form more experienced mums is that they will!