Bites, bumps and booboos…..it’s been a bad week.

Hello,

I sit here writing this with a moderately tender bottom shall we say. Don’t panic all will be revealed in due course….the story not my bottom! In the space of a week there have been sleepless nights, ear infections, a bite to the bottom, and a tumble head first down the stairs. Not all to the same individual I might add. It was a bad week. Thankfully I have a big batch of Dahl on the go. Comfort food is a must this last week.

Yummy bowl of Dahl.
Yummy bowl of Dahl.

Such is luck that generally when things go to pot. You can guarantee it is when my husband is working away, or working ridiculous hours that mean he might as well be away for the amount of time we actually see him. We’d had an unsettled few nights with our youngest little pig. Of course this is always the time that the batteries decide to die in her favourite lullaby playing teddy. Cue frantic search, with some rather blue words as you look high and low for the sodding iPad. So as to play lullaby music on. In the end the efforts were abandoned, and the last night of no sleep was spent downstairs with the TV on. As clearly sleep was not in anybody’s horizons.

Later on in the day she developed a really high fever and became worryingly unwell rather quickly. A trip to the doctor revealed a temperature over 40 degrees and infections in both ears. Her temperature was so high it became imperative that we get it to reduce or she would need to go to A and E. Slowly by .2 of a degree at a time, it did begin to recede after pain relief, antibiotics, and being stripped down combined to work its magic.

She slept for a whopping 13 hours that night as exhaustion took its toll on her. In the morning she was different child and our precious little piggy was back to normal. I’m so glad I had kept my appointment at the doctors, as I had been about to cancel it. Originally it was to check my little piggies eyelids. The cold that she had also triggered a viral conjunctivitis. It had been so severe it had almost bruised her eyelids. A few days later she was charging around as normal like a bull in a china shop.

My running buddy on a previous walk.
My running buddy on a previous walk.

Life retuned back to its normal state of affairs and six days later I took advantage of my mother in law being round, to take the dog for a run as I wouldn’t get another opportunity. In retrospect all the signs were saying not to, it was getting dark, it was freezing (it had tried to snow not half an hour before) and my throat was sore. We ventured out and it turned into what seemed would be a great run. The last four weeks of training the dog to run by my side on lead, ignoring distractions had payed off. Even if I had looked liked the village crazy lady, shaking a treat bag at my dog to encourage him to keep up. Shouting encouragement and praise as he regulated his pace to mine.

We were just approaching the four kilometre mark when we passed an owner and their dogs. When to my surprise one lunged out and bit my bottom. It has been reported and dealt with appropriately, thanks to the responsible owners. But I am left with a rather hefty bite mark complete with bruising and puncture holes. Needless to say we didn’t make our five kilometre target, but there is always next time. Once my bottom has recovered and I’ve finished my antibiotics.

The next evening, my eldest had just gotten up and asked for a drink. Seeing that her Daddy had just returned home, she went down for a cuddle. I was upstairs resettling my youngest. She returned upstairs under my husband’s gaze when somehow she managed to slip and fall head first from the top to the bottom of the stairs. I can’t even begin describe the sick feeling in my stomach as I heard the thudding, and dashed to the top of the stairs.

Our staircase.
Our staircase.

To see my husband scoop our eldest into his arms, as she was screaming and sobbing. Unable to find any physical injuries she had luckily escaped unscathed, if not rather shaken up. Knowing that her head had taken the impact, I then spent the rest of the night rousing her at intervals in case of concussion. Watching my first born sleep, I still can’t believe we made her. She looks so peaceful and angelic when she sleeps. Amazingly this morning she bounced out of bed without a care in the world, excited for preschool.

Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with this family, we seem to constantly be injuring ourselves. Are we just really clumsy or unlucky? Perhaps I shall wrap everybody up in cotton wool, maybe it would do the trick! So in conclusion. This last 7 days that have passed can quite frankly ‘do one’. I hereby ban any more bites, bumps or booboos. Hopefully a sea of calm awaits us over the next few days or even week. On the bright side, I can use the excuse of a sore bottom to retreat to the sofa. Where I can crochet away happily when I get the time. Having small children certainly keeps you on your toes, in the chaos that pervades around them, but I wouldn’t exchange them for the world. No matter how grey I go or how high my caffeine intake creeps up.

Crochet time.
Crochet time.

Speak to you soon.

Wishing you well.

Stay At Home Piggy

 

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