Yesterday Tully was slightly listless and wanted a sleep in the day which is normally unheard of. Then she called for me in the night and I noticed she was running a fever. She seemed quite a lot better this morning - she was certainly full of beans although did complain that lots of parts of her ached - and I ignored my instinct to keep her at home, gave her a dose of Calpol and sent her off to nursery regardless.
In the middle of the afternoon I receive a phone call from nursery to say she'd just been violently sick, and has subsequently been sick 3 more times since we've brought her home. Mark has now also retired to bed with a mild fever and feeling a little nauseous.
Who bets I go into labour tonight?
Mum and Dad are on high alert to jump into the car regardless of time of day or night as Tully isn't really allowed into nursery until 48 hours after she was last sick (although they know our situation and say they would look after her for a couple of hours is need be whilst Mum and Dad race across the country), and luckily Sarah is happy to equally cover for a couple of hours if things should start in the night. Honestly - things are never simple are they?
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Oh dear Katie, they say that it never rains unless it pours. Thinking of you, June xxx
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