Happiness....

Is in short supply.
Womsie had an appalling night, consequently so did I. He woke at 10:50, about five minutes after lee had got into bed, he wasn't settling so I hastily made the spare bed and stayed with him as I knew lee needed sleep as he was driving to Sellafield today. Every thirty minutes to an hour, Wom cried. He sobbed. He howled. He would eventually fall asleep in my arms for it to begin again.

By 4am more Calpol was needed so we moved to our room, wom had daddy cuddles, I attempted sleep. Munch woke up just before six so I cuddled her in her bed till about 6:30.

Very quiet morning, we made gingerbread men (curse you Bing, last week it was smoothies, gingerbread this week) we had planned to go out for food but chatting over breakfast we realised it was going to be too much of a rush so have postponed.

Lee left around 2, I cried! Think it was just tiredness and overwhelming urge for him to stay that caused it. Auntie Sarah came round to play which certainly help lift the sadness.

Tea, bath both went well. Have some gorgeous bath pictures but love this one the most. Bedtime was a catalogue of errors. Munch pulled the lid off a powder pot then knocked her milk over, Wom threw his milk back up all over me, luckily I was semi prepared for it today so had change of clothes for us both and a towel at the ready.

Is it just that he's drinking his milk too quickly then coughing it back up, or something else? There's no sound of him being sick, it just happens. Dr Clayton.... Advise please x

In other news, even though I've had a shower, I can still shell milk sick.