Ill

After hearing him wake on the monitor a couple of times, but not going to check, as he went back to sleep himself, I walked in to Noah's room to be hit by the smell of sick. Poor boy had clearly been very sick in the night, judging by the state of his cot and himself. Flooded with guilt, it was straight into the bath, where i picked bits of dried sick from his curls.
The rest of the day was spent helping him through lots more being sick and little bouts of sleeping. The cat briefly became nursemaid in the afternoon, which brought the only brief smile to his wee face all day.