After undoubtedly our most difficult week since those distant days when Jamie was born, it appears our little boy is finally coming back to us.
As predicted, it was another very long and troublesome night just gone. As such, first thing this morning we thought it best to get him back to the doctor who this time did what she should probably have done originally and prescribed some anti-biotics.
These plus a bucket load of Calpol. Plus his eye drops. Plus Bonjela. And his Snuffle Babe (aw!) and his Karvol to help him breathe. Oh, and the salt water for his eyes. And the baby wipes to clean them up during the night. And the Sudocrem to help heal the sore bits around them. And not forgetting his new teething ring. And his new teething beads. Well, they all appear to have done their collective thing. (Sadly, we haven't yet had a chance to try out the teething granules - which were only recommended to me at lunchtime today - but no doubt that chance will come).
As for now, I'm off to sort his bottles out before hitting the hay; needless to say Vanessa is already there and probably already asleep. Bring on the weekend.