Sam had constipation for the last few days. Unlike me, it is almost definately not to do with crap canapes and drinking slightly too much at Christmas parties. It was causing him loads of discomfort and he couldn't really feed properly. We tried everything - giving him a bit of water, massaging his tummy, gentle bouncing and moving his legs about but there was nothing doing. Then yesterday we asked Dad to bring some prune juice round. Sam loved the taste. Not surprising really because I was meant to dilute it before giving it to him - whoops. Concentrated prunes meant we could expect a bottom eruption of monumental proportions at some point. And so it came to pass. The Ferrari of poos, a vertible turbo jet of the stuff. Sam seemed fine with it although he was starving afterwards of course and woke up every three hours last night, demanding food.
I have two and half days left at work then a couple of days in London before we head out to parents. It's fair to say that we are both exhausted. There have been colds and all sorts going round which all three of us have had a bout of. Jo really needs to get some sleep. Sam beautiful and amazing as he is, is not the world's best sleeper and it does wear you down.
He is too young to get excited by Christmas this year but I'll get excited for him. It's just the thought of not having to think about work for a couple of weeks which I'm looking forward to. Bring it on.
Sunday, 16 December 2007
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