Sam isn’t well – intermittent fever, strange blotchy face rash, swollen tonsils, slushy tummy. Plus a really grim symptom, which is that he wakes up in the middle of the night e.g. at 3am seemingly for no reason (not in pain etc) and then doesn’t go back to sleep. At all.
So right at this very moment when I ought to be Haw Hawing around the brand new flagship Trotters shop in High Street Kensington, and perhaps afterwards having a gossipy lunch with some lovely girl from the Daily Mail, I am cleaning up diarrhoea off the bathroom floor from where Sam did a fart and then kept going.
But I’ve got Trotters on the mind now and it’s worth reminding you that they do these really posh, cute and delightful little summer plimsolls called Hampton Canvas for kids. If you are into that kind of thing you can buy yourself a matching pair – they have a selection of matching adults and kids shoes called Mummy & Me *dies*. (Or just buy yourself some and let the kids go barefoot.)
These will be very low in stock by mid-June so, you know, don’t dawdle.
The Spike 
March 7, 2017 at 7:16 am
Poor sam, poor you, hope he’s better soon.
Do like a bit of Trotters, and bought my 2 daughters hamptons canvas shoes – the Martha kind I think – sparkly versions anyway, for my sister’s wedding in Bath last year and they were very successful. I still have to prise them out of my 2 yr Old’s hands even though there is snow on the ground here.
Good luck with the illness. 3am starts are brutal.
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 12:24 pm
thanks! I packed him off to nursery for the morning today because he was bouncing off the walls this morning. might well get a little puddle person back later. who cares! I got to go for a swim… xx
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 8:32 am
Hope Sam is better soon x
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 12:25 pm
Thanks Cindy. Where are you, do you live in London?
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 3:45 pm
South Norfolk for the last few years, my family are all just outside London X
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 3:01 pm
Poor old Sam. Poor old you. We’ve had about 3 months of constant colds and coughs and I thought we were through it but BAM! Yesterday, my baby started projective vomiting. All down my top and pooling in my bra. He’s sleeping in the pram right now and I’m on the sofa, barely able to breathe. The fear of him waking up and NEEDING is so intense I want to scream. He is like a limpet. And I’m so so tired. But I know the tension is so much worse than the reality would be (every time I hear a car starting I think it might be him stirring and I am filled with adrenaline). In fact, the fear is so bad I am tempted to WAKE HIM UP in order to bring this awful experience to a conclusion. He was awake all night so he’s not on form today. He hasn’t eaten ANYTHING AT ALL. He doesn’t want to go down. Doesn’t want to be picked up. He just wants SOMETHING and he’s sure I can provide it. Which I can’t.
But I guess I’ll keep trying…
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 3:02 pm
As might be apparent from the above, I’m on the sofa at my house feeling DESPERATE. It happens every so often, I find. Still, because he’s my second I know it will end someday!
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 3:49 pm
This too shall pass, Elena, just really bloody slowly. Hope things are better for both of you soon x
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 3:05 pm
Maybe I’ll buy something online. That will make me feel better.
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 4:56 pm
From a fellow Elena….I hear you! The adrenaline kick when you think they are waking up and you really, really need them not to is just the worst. No babies in my house anymore THANK GOD but I still get the rush when I hear them stirring in the night (like, I am screwed if you wake up now and want me to keep you company for the next hour when I have seventy billion things to achieve in the morning). You definitely deserve to buy yourself something online, even if it will be totally unsuitable because you bought it in the fog of exhaustion. Good luck x
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 5:06 pm
Without question! Yes it ends, as you know. And then you never have to do it again (if you don’t want to) and it’s such a great feeling xxxxx
LikeLike
March 7, 2017 at 10:51 pm
On the subject of never having to do anything again, I fairly leapt with glee when I realised that I’d never have to have another caesarean again. No surgeon was going hum-haw over my feeble labour efforts, saw me open and then send me home with one (or TWO – lucky me!) babies to look after. Actually I didn’t leap with glee as when the momentous revelation had dawned on me at the end of my second pregnancy, I had just been sawn open (again!) and was puking into a cardboard bowler hat whilst my husband whined about having seen my intestines. Twat. Try having them slung about a table and hosed down. Then you’ve got problems to whine about.
Anyway, I sympathise with the adrenalin surge of not wanting your babies to stir. I had that for the first year of my twins life; sick with dread from 7pm ever night. It passed, as these things always do. Retail therapy is good, as is putting the little blighters in the bath with you if you can be faffed. Something about being in a warm bath tends to perk them up a bit.
LikeLike
March 8, 2017 at 8:14 am
Tess this is brilliant. My husband would totally whine about seeing my intestines
LikeLike
March 8, 2017 at 8:16 am
Thanks people. In the end, he slept for another hour but I wasted it as a gibbering wreck expecting him to wake up. We then had a surprisingly nice afternoon at the swings with #1 son and some friends. It is never as bad as you think it will be.
And last night he slept pretty well.
Hurrah!
LikeLiked by 1 person
March 8, 2017 at 11:54 am
HURRAH!!!! we are all just prisoners of our own minds. I am prey to that constantly xxx
LikeLike
March 9, 2017 at 12:32 am
“Or just buy yourself some and let the kids go barefoot”…And this is why I love your writing, Esther. And the comments just as much x
LikeLike