Disco Knitter

…maybe this will make it’s way into Inigo’s world.

Scratch that. A few minutes on ebay, $12 from my paypal account, and another dream comes true.

Joy!

Thank you everyone who signed the petition for Ivy. I have never before heard of an online petition making a difference – but this one did.

Ivy will be going to hospital tomorrow to have her treatment.

Let’s hope it gives her some relief.

I spoke too soon. Temp was up again slightly this afternoon – 37.6

More panadol, more vigilance.

I hope everyone else is having a great Fathers Day.

And a Happy Fathers Day to my Dad, who is currently enjoying the sights of Singapore, on his way home from Vietnam. I miss you dad.

I hate grocery shopping. HATE it. But apparently, we need to eat, and the fairies don’t deliver to people who don’t believe in them.

I could do online shopping, but paying the delivery fee plus the full price on every item bites. And I have to think about what I want up to two days before I want it.

So after avoiding the shops for two weeks, I braved it last night. Mark had the kid, I was on my own, and I thought I’d better bite the bullet.

Big mistake.

I pushed the trolley around, got most of the stuff I needed (and some that I didn’t – forgot to take the list with me), and lined up to pay.

I had my keys and wallet in the top of the trolley, pulled my wallet out to pay, leaving my keys on the child seat. I pushed the trolley through to start loading full bags onto the trolley, turned back to the operator for a second, then turned back and my trolley was gone, along with my keys.

Fast forward an anxious hour, trying to keep watch on every trolley in the store to keep an eye out for my keys, make sure nobody pinches the car, and watch my trolley full of (paid for) groceries. Of course, I had left the phone in the car, so I couldn’t even call Mark to explain where I was.

Eventually a sweet kid handed them to me – they were still in the trolley, mysteriously waiting near the liquor area.

After that experience, online shopping is looking better and better!

This morning we went to a new playgroup at Granville Library. There seemed to be kids everywhere, it was chaotic, and Inigo loved it. There was singing, dancing, and storytime. The kid was enthralled, and he was ready to go back to bed after lunch.

After his nap we went into the city for some socialising. He was in fine form, and charmed everyone, until at 5pm at Miriam’s in Summer Hill he started screaming, went bright red, and his temperature was 38.7c.

Instead of freaking out, I gave him some baby panadol and decided to wait half an hour.

At 5.40pm, his temp was 38.9c, and the panicking began. I called Mark, who agreed that it was better to get him to a hospital soon, rather than taking the chance that his temp would rise further. Of course, this was smack in the middle of peak hour, so we went to RPA instead of Westmead, where I hear the emergency paediatricians are excellent 😉

Traffic was horrible, and by the time we were half way there he was fast asleep. And when we got there his temp seemed (to my untrained hand), close to normal. There was some uncharacteristic full throated and high pitched screaming in the waiting room, but apart from that he seemed normal.

I pressed on regardless, and three hours later we are home. Apparently it’s completely normal for a kid to go from normal temp to a high fever at the drop of a teacup, and then for it to come right down after a dose of panadol.

We did a urine sample, which looks clean, and he was checked all over for lumps, bumps, spots and swellings. Apart from a possibly swollen gland on the right side of his jaw, it was all clear.

He had a long breastfeed and then ate all his solids while we waited for the urine test, and was the very picture of health.

Apparently he has a “virus”. I’m to keep his fluids up, make sure he gets plenty of rest, and give him more panadol if he needs it.

And the “days since we’ve been in hospital” counter is reset 😉