Poorly bug

Once again I find myself mother to a poorly little bub.  A sickness bug has been going around the nursery and whether it is that or teething I’m not totally sure (may well be a combination of both) but either way Alby has been struck down with a selection of nasty bugs.  Starting on Saturday evening the nights have been a mixture of sleepy spells broken by sickness and fever. Over a 36 hour period Alby had only managed to eat two small rice cakes – all other food was firmly rejected.  Even milk and water have proven a bit of a struggle. 

Thankfully Nurofen has helped provide some respite and even bring on a few smiles but mostly we’ve been having cuddles, cuddles and yet more cuddles. 

All snuggled up

I’ve felt like a real mum today, more so than I’ve even felt before.  I think it is something to do with Alby choosing to snuggle up with me. Alongside walking he has definitely become increasingly his own little person and own little personality.  He decides where he wants to go and so when he decides that he wants to be in my arms, there’s something very touching about it.  

Back in his baby bed

It reminds me of whenever I was poorly as a little girl (and not so little girl) and all I wanted was to be wrapped up in my mama’s arms.  It’s both weird, lovely and oddly nostalgic to think of Alby seeing me in the way that I see my mum and it has me feel particularly and peculiarly grown up. 

Taking his sleeping very seriously

There was some comedy in today.  After spending a few hours in town this afternoon (Alby hating shopping as much as I predicted) we came home and chilled in front of the telly.  As I reclined against a beanbag, Alby lay on my chest and within five minutes was fast asleep, bless him.  Percy, also wanting to have some of the love, was lying in between my legs with his chin resting on Alby’s bottom.  A little line of love.