Pob got her vaccinations yesterday. She went to sleep right afterwards and was very grizzly for the rest of the evening. Having written yesterday about our schedule, I let it go to pot last night as I figured she needed to sleep and eat when she felt like it to get over the traumatic experience at the doctors. As a consequence she ate at 2030, 0050, 0545, 0900 and from there has got back vaguely into a 3 hour schedule. She now seems to be quite recovered, although she did throw up a bit today which is unlike her.
And unlike me, I've been throwing up since the 0545 feed. One quite spectacular projectile number as I was too concerned with taking off my pumping equipment instead of focusing on making it to the loo. The others just to let me know my stomach is still not happy with me. An important lesson learned, in the school of the bleeding obvious, when you're ill and you work, people will tell you to go home and take it easy (sometimes). When you're ill and you have a baby, the baby doesn't care how you're feeling, she still wants to be entertained and comforted as usual. H is away today although thankfully back late tonight, so I'm just counting the hours until he can take over. Right now I'm counting the minutes until she's ready to sleep so that I can sleep, just as Aurelia and others suggested yesterday.
Further Pob cleverness, she's just figured out that if she waves her hands she can hit the monkey on her baby gym, and he moves! Oh the excitement! She's been doing it for about 20 minutes now, that girl can concentrate...
Hope all you Americans are enjoying your colonialist holiday. The rest of us will look forward to welcoming you back when you are replete.