High protection

Sam has been up and down this week. The Brazilian 'sleep' nanny (who didn't seem to get much sleep herself) was amazing. After two nights staying over, she kind of validated what we had been thinking, that we have been picking up Sam too quickly and too much since he was ill and he has got used to it. It seems to me that one of the great things about babies though is that they can unlearn as fast as they can learn. And so, after two nights of not being picked up, suddenly he was sleeping almost right through. Amazing really. He was back to his usual self, charging around and babbling nonsense. A bit like us.
Of course it didn't last.
It has been boiling hot for the last few days and this weekend was a proper scorcher. Yesterday we took Sam to Regents Park to meet some friends for a picnic. Almost as soon as we arrived he was really lethargic and out of sorts. We had plastered him in high protective sun cream and he was in the shade with a huge sun hat on (looked dead cute actually but my camera had run out of batteries) but it didn't seem to make any difference. We got quite worried about him and stripped him down to his nappy and put some cold water on him but he didn't really seem to be responding that well.
That night he had a temperature and just after we had a finished his bed time story (we've started them now. They mainly involve one of us reading whilst Sam attempts to eat the book but it does seem to calm him down before sleep), he projectile vomited all over me. I don't know if you have ever had your baby do that but it is really upsetting. Not the actual puke, that's just milk with bits in, but the fact that you are rudely reminded that your baby is just that, a baby - tiny and vulnerable and 100% reliant on you, his mum and dad.
Poor little thing.
He fell asleep after that and woke a couple of times in the night but seemed a bit more like himself today, although his temperature was still a bit high.
I know this is the start of hundreds of episodes like this. The road to building up the immune system is littered with thermometers, rashes, spots, puke covered sheets and probably at least one visit to A&E. Joy.