Well, we are hoping for a better weekend this weekend than last. Last weekend was one of those nightmare ones that you hope doesn’t come around very often. Friday evening Henry was at work and I was just getting ready to take the little people upstairs for a quick bath before bed as it was a bit later than I’d realised. Polly was stood in the middle of the living room and looked at me with a very confused face, she then opened her mouth and recreated that scene from Team America. For anyone not familiar with the film, she basically opened her mouth and redecorated the carpet, table and me with the contents of her tea. Lovely. Sadly, she got very upset by this sudden turn of events so ran straight at me for a cuddle, all I can say is thank goodness Seb was blissfully unaware of all this happily sitting in his bouncer chair. After a clean up and a cuddle we headed upstairs, giving up on the bath idea now as it was definitely too late. I laid her down to go to sleep and settled in our room to feed Seb when I heard the dreaded crying and puking over the monitor. Yup, she’d now taken out her complete bed including poor Frank the rabbit. This one was worse to clean. After another clean up I bought her into our room and settled her in our bed before returning to Seb. I genuinely thought that would be it as there was surely nothing left in her little body to bring up. I was wrong.

Over the next 2 hours she vomited a further 5 times, taking out our bed, our bedroom carpet, her carpet, all of her sets of pjs and several towels. At this point I had called Henry twice, once to ask if by the slightest chance he could come home early- a definite no as it was busy, and again to basically have a little cry. By 10 I decided to give 111 a little call to see what they advised as she couldn’t keep any water down and I was worried about dehydration. They put us on a call back from the Doctor list with an up to 2 hour wait (this turned into a 3 hour wait). During the next couple of hours Polly slept for a bit, on a towel in the middle of our bed, Seb settled in his moses basket and Henry (who finished at 10) and I sat the other side of the bed watching our poorly munchkin as she every now and then woke up to bring up some more. The doctor of course called when she was asleep, and he wanted her awake for the assessment, he gave a bit of advice and we all agreed to leave her sleeping at that point as the vomiting seemed to be getting more sporadic. Another few hours went by with sadly more vomiting, another 111 call, some crap advice this time and maybe an hours sleep for Henry and 10 minutes for me. By 5 she was definitely sleeping more than vomiting so when Henry’s alarm told him what time it was we both decided he may as well still go ahead with Bodypower as there wasn’t going to be much that he could do at home. After both little people woke up at 6:30 we headed downstairs for a duvet on the sofa kind of day. Polly still had one more puke in her and after a bit of toast and a nap with all of us cuddled up together she started to perk up a bit. Henry arrived home about 9:30 that night and we weren’t sure who was more exhausted, but we knew he’d had more fun that was for sure.

The next day Henry was back at work and Polly was back to her usual self, so we ventured down to see him and stayed for a scone and a cup of tea. I managed to catch up with the crazy amount of washing Pukegate had caused and Henry had the nice treat of being sent home at 3 instead of 5 as they were overstaffed. We had a nice evening together then I started to feel a bit off. Yup, my turn. This was one of those times when you realise how different life is when you’re a parent. Yes, Henry was there to look after Polly and put her to bed, sadly he doesn’t have breasts. That night was an interesting blurred mix of feeding Seb and running to the toilet that I really don’t want to repeat- ever. Thankfully Henry was off until 3 the next day so while Seb and I settled for another sofa duvet day Henry took Polly up to toddler group and then came back to do lunch and naptime. Unfortunately, this still meant I had to do teatime and bedtime while feeling a bit fragile still- again an experience I don’t really want to repeat. But hey, we got there in the end and Monday night there was sleep happening in the house for everyone. The boys (touch wood) seem to have avoided this delightful bug that I’ve christened ‘fast & furious’ as it comes on quick, ruins you, but then buggars off quite quick afterwards, I just hope there are no terrible remakes.

The rest of the week played out a lot better! We lost our IKEA virginity on Tuesday and planned our future dream home. On Wednesday we went to a local playcafe with Auntie Jen and little Harley and Harper. Polly and Harley had great fun running around all morning and we had a good catch up over several cups of tea. Then yesterday Polly had a blast at a little birthday playdate with some of her little friends.

So today we are hoping for a nice family day as Henry unusually has most of the day off and we have a little event to celebrate- it was our 4th wedding anniversary this week. I’m not sure where 4 years has gone, it’s passed in a blur of 2 house moves, 3 car changes, new jobs for each of us, twice, and of course 2 babies. Maybe that’s why it’s flown by. Still it’s been a blast Mr Woodard and here’s to many more, let’s go celebrate by riding little trains and chasing a toddler round soft play.