Sorry it's been a while but I've a good excuse - honest! Although it does mean another longwinded post!!!!
A week last Monday I found out that Grandpa's funeral was to be a week last Friday so we made various arrangements for childcare so that I could attend. Then, on the Tuesday Harry wasn't himself at all. After a couple of calls to the midwife hot line during the evening I still wasn't happy so at 10pm I took him to A&E assuming I'd be sent home again, told not to be so neurotic but reassured all the same that he was ok.
However, what happened instead was that we were admitted and not let out again for 9 days. They knew from blood tests he had an infection of some sort, and did every test imaginable to try and identify what precise infection he had. We never did get a conclusive answer, but the lumbar puncture test came back showing suspected meningitis and he was promptly put on a course of antibiotics to treat it.
The first few days I was a bit of a mess, and I dread to think what the couple of the nurses that saw me at my lowest thought. The combination of worry for Harry, grieving for my Grandpa, worry about how Tully and consequently Mark were coping, lack of sleep and general post delivery hormones completely knocked me for six and somewhat pathetically I spent most of Wednesday and Thursday in tears and wanting my Mum... Unfortunately Mum was busy looking after Gran and making funeral arrangements so I just caused her additional worry but phoning her up frequently in floods of tears. Nice!
Anyway, to my distress I missed the funeral, and also missed out on seeing June who was over from Tenerife last week, and meeting up with Sam and Martin who were in Sheffield for Martin's operation.
Since last weekend things got slowly better as having got the funeral out the way Mum and Dad whizzed over to see me, and Harry started to respond to the antibiotics and I could see that he was beginning to get better.
We were finally let home late on Thursday afternoon. It was a bit scary - it's surprising how quickly one becomes institutionalised - but things are mostly going well so far. Plus on the good news front - I am rather chuffed to fit back into my pre-pregnancy jeans despite scoffing for England whilst in hospital. Yey!
I'll let Harry and Tully tell their own stories, although it may take a few days to properly catch up...
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