Pob and I are due to leave for Florida in the morning so that I can teach next week. Given my general control-freakiness, this is not easy for me. A four hour time difference, a hotel not geared for babies, travelling on my own with a 17-month-old for 10 hours on a flight...I'm sure it will be fine, but it's driving me crazy.
And then I got home tonight and Pob was in a real state. She cried all the way from the armchair to her bedroom, she cried while I undressed her, she cried while she had her bath, and she cried until she got her bottle. This is not like her. During that crying we noticed that one of her eyes was a bit swollen, and her grandmother had noticed some gunk in the eyes earlier in the day. Our thoughts immediately went to the peri-ocular cellulitis she had back in November. So after many phone calls, H got an appointment for her to be seen at the local hospital at 9pm. He's there now. Fingers crossed it's nothing. If it is something, she won't be able to come to the US with me, which messes me up as I can't bear the thought of missing her for a week when I'll be away for another full week at the end of the month and really can't take her with me on that occasion, and because H just started his new job, is working flat out and we have no child care next week. All manageable, but all very suboptimal.
Updated to add, all ok with the eyes, just mild conjunctivitis, I've got antibiotic drops to take with me, all systems go. 10 hours on a plane alone with my daughter - wish me luck!