I hadn’t settled overnight keeping Daddy awake so it was no wonder he didn’t get up until after nine, I’m not sure what Mummy’s excuse was though, rolling in at 9.30, black mark against her name. I started the day being looked after by Knitting Nurse Helen and had a bit of a wobble just before my breakfast. I needed to have oxygen wafting while I ate but nearly stopped breathing; everyone was watching me very closely. I finally fell asleep with my eyes open just to confuse everyone.
It’s continued to be a bad day today; I have been mostly uncomfortable, coughing and crying with tummy ache and bottom ache and also lots of hiccupping. No one seems to be able to sort it out and now I am so fed up and grouchy I don’t know what to do with my self. Mummy and Daddy keep looking at me all puzzledandconfused.com. They keep moving me into different positions, and checking my nappy, then picking me up, putting me down. Suction on, off, in, out, don’t forget enemas and strawberry juice and a new one nurofen.
I think it makes them think that they don’t know what to think!
Mummy and Daddy have had to talk about when I die and what my funeral might be like. Mummy is reading a book that the hospice lady gave her; it’s got a white cover with a white lily one the front and has lots long of words in it. I think she found it hard to read while she was crying because the words were all blurry, so Daddy put it away for a while and said they would look at it another day.
Because I was grizzly Mummy thought it would be relaxing to listen to some music and she put on a special classical CD made by my little friend Will’s Mummy. That’s him on the cover! Hey Will, Hey Jan! Then I listened to my Lullabies, but they still didn’t make me sleep. Mummy wonders if it’s my tooth and has had a good old look at it today.
|Holding my milk and my hand|