So Lucy has finally cut a tooth - it has been lurking beneath the skin for a good month and has finally come through. I actually dont think it has troubled her too much - nothing the teething gel couldnt cope with anyway. You can barely see it - so there wont be photographic evidence for a while - but me can definately feel it!
The tooth is a lovely end to what was a grim weekend for me. Friday night I came down with mastitis. I never really had any problems with Amelia but knew all the mastitis symptoms so when I felt a lot of pain, dizziness, nausea and was going hot to cold, I knew what it was. Typically this started on a Friday night so I couldnt go to the GP first thing and get anti biotics but NHS Direct proved to actually be quite brilliant and I got into a clinic at the hospital and emerged with a prescription within 5 minutes. However I spent the rest of Saturday in bed. I have never felt to wretched - it was awful - I couldnt even hold the squirming Lucy and still had too feed her through the pain (ouch!) but the anti biotics did kick in so quickly - by their bath time I felt ok to sort of sit there while Duncan did all the work! I think he may have kind of enjoyed his day alone with the girls - it just never happens normally.
This morning (monday) I am feeling so much better and we do the monthly shop as normal and get back to the car only to find.....it wont start. Flat battery. Typical. I have had quite a few flat battery moments recently - but only on the drive. Luckily, Duncan was only 30 mins away so I didnt bother the call-out people and we waited in the Tescos Cafe (Amelia was impressed to be allowed a donut!) til he arrived with the jump leads. The car will have its much needed service and possible new battery on Thursday.
Amelia's 'treat' in Tescos was a comic that she chooses. Today was a Fireman Sam comic. With a water pistol. Not the best freebie. Within milliseconds of being home she wanted it filled up and she attacked Duncan in his suit. I have to admit that part was pretty funny - but then Duncan got hold of it and we all got soaked. So I confiscated it for bathtimes only so he sneakily filled it up while he was running the bath and soaked us all again. There will be vengeance!!!
Amelia-ism of the day
'Mummy's got a sore boob'. To the neighbour. Male neighbour.
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