So she was transplanted to my bed by her daddy because she's now pretty much too heavy for me to carry when she's a sleeping dead weight.
All was well until I checked her at 10:45pm. axial temperature was 39.9 which means her internal temperature was at action stations. she was fairly incoherant and red as a lobster. I think I need to buy a baby monitor because I'd not noticed. I was downstairs.
Medicine was administered and I had to do one of the things I hate the most. I had to put her in a blood temperature bath. I got in with her to calm her; as soon as she heard the taps she screamed like I was going to murder her. I suppose it's routine to her now, we've been doing it every 4 weeks since she was 15 months old.
one hour in the bath was spent calming the Squidge by singing pretty much every song I know (a smattering of country from Nanci Griffith and Dolly Parton, some SClub7, and i think the Fairground Attraction's whole back catalogue). A few top-ups of warm water just so it didn't become unbearable and i checked her axial temp again. I'm checking axial righ now because she's got a blocked nose and thereofre keeps breathing on the oral thermometer. so, yeah. checked her temp again and it had dropped 0.3 of a degree centigrade. not much, but down is always good.
we lay in my bed chatting as she was now coherant again and after a while she said she was hungry. When her illness hits, we have a few days of her eating like a horse while she has the beginning symptoms, and then she has almost no appetite while she's suffering so her asking for food was wonderful. I made her a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk which she ate in my bed whilst chatting. Midnight snacks are always fun.
I checked her temperature again, it was now nearly 2 hours since the medicines were administered. temperature down to 37.1 axial, so i knew it was on its way.
I snuggled her up in her duvet next on Daddy's side of the Big Bed (Hairyman is currently on night shift) and turned off the light to sleep.
4:30am alarm went off, lights went on, sophie was given more medicine and was very good about it. Sleep followed again quickly.
8:30am alarm went off and she had more medicine, and decided it was time to get up. I phoned school while she was "bathrooming heself" and we came downstairs to find half naked Hairyman asleep on the sofa.
And so the day begins.
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