Hurrah! At last we’ve been able to buy proper shoes for Imogen! Since she has been standing and also learning to sit again we have been trying to get her some shoes. We’ve been to Clarks about 5 times over about 6 weeks, but whilst one foot was OK, the other was too small and refused to grow! She seems to have the smallest feet out of most of the babies we know. The ironic thing is I have size 10, the complete opposite!
The other ironic thing is, now she has them she hates them and cries every time we try to get her to wear them!
Saying ‘No’
We’ve not said this too much yet as I heard if you give a reaction of any type it encourages repeats anyway, but she has somehow learnt to say ‘No’ herself by shaking her head and does it when she had decided she doesn’t want to eat any more! I think the attitude is starting!
Thankfully her first real word has been ‘Ta’ in context – I always thought I’d be a ‘Thank You’ mum, but to be honest, if it gets her speaking and also starts the manners early I’m very happy with ‘Ta’!
Dining Out
Eating out is starting to get much easier, although still a little limited in what is easy to feed Imogen. Jacket potatoes are a favourite, or sharing our lasagnes! Once I got carried away and ordered a childrens meal, but she is far too little for that and the expense is not worth it! She is still up and down on how much she eats in a meal depending on health / teeth etc, so we’re sticking to sharing our meals when out for now! It’s great at home as well now when she can have the same as us – we try to ensure we sit down together at as many meals as possible and it definitely helps her eat better!
After three days we are home again and we both were very pleased to get through the door & see the cats! It was really hard in hospital watching her get upset and also the whole work balance thing came back to make me feel guilty.
It’s such a shame that it even has to register and to be fair work were great at me not being there at short notice, but I can’t help starting to feel that it’s just really hard to manage a career or job and a family and I know which is my priority. Hopefully when things have settled back down it won’t be such an issue and I think the fact my commute is about an hour doesn’t help. It does start to make me question what I am doing – but then I think about how much better it is for Imogen and I on so many levels that I do work and I know for us and how we work as a family it is still the right thing to do.
Poorly Girl
She had a high temperature when I collected her from nursery last night. Then in the morning s he just wasn’t herself and was very tired, so I decided to work from home to give her the extra sleep and then go into work as I had a really important meeting in the afternoon. When she woke up though she was just acting really strange. She just cried if I left her at all and kept crawling over to where I was at the pc to be picked up. So we went to the doctors and I felt a bit of a fraud as I was sure they were just going to say she just had a cold. The doctor though only listened to her chest and then told me to go straight to the hospital and that we maybe staying in.
The drive, over 40 minutes, was the longest of my life! I was so worried about her! She was getting worse and worse and when Leigh arrived at the hospital just after lunch she hardly even acknowledged him. She was diagnosed with pneumonia and admitted, we were very worried! Although it was very reassuring being there and they were set up so I could stay with her at all times.
The worst part was trying to get a cannula in her veins so they could administer the drugs. It took two attempts at first, but then when they went to add the drugs later it leaked so they had to strat again. In the end three doctors tried about 15 times to insert the tubing into a vein, using her hands, wrists and feet. Each time we had to hold her down whilst she screamed and cried – the worst thing was that she was just looking at us like we had completely betrayed her, it was awful! Eventually they admitted defeat and gave her one injection in her thigh which would have been easier if they had done it earlier, by then she was so exhausted and upset and every time anyone came near her she just cried, poor little thing!
