Surviving vaccination day
Baby Girl and I were out celebrating yesterday. She had survived her 8-week vaccinations, and it was the perfect occasion for tea and scones at Number Sixteen, our favourite London boutique hotel. But while I enjoyed our treat, the lovely outing didn’t seem to do anything for her.
When we got back home, I was dealing with a red, stiff, screaming Baby Girl. She was so upset I didn’t even manage to close the buttons on her body after changing her nappy.
It got to the stage where I called Daddy T at work, suggesting he jump into a cab as soon as he finished work. If he could get home even five minutes earlier than he would normally do, it seemed like it would be worth the £25 cab fare.
When he eventually did come home, he had two sick girls to deal with. One who was passed out in her basket and had a fever. One who was passed out on the sofa and had eaten too much chocolate to comfort herself after settling the one with the fever.
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