My Black Eyed Boy.
You probably won’t be able to tell in this picture, but the eye Finley has got scrunched is a rather bewitching shade of purply blue. The silly child jumped out of his cat with all the finesse of a drunken cat and this is the result…
We have had a dog of a weekend. On Friday I noticed Finn’s tummy was a bit swollen, and wondered if he had ate something dodgy. So I racked my brains, but as far as I could think he hadn’t ate anything he shouldn’t. So we carried on with our day, and during that, and the following day, Finley was spectacuarly naughty with a demeanour that stretched the limits of cheekiness to breaking point. We attended a kid’s party and had to leave because Finley wouldn’t leave the birthday boy alone, ( he pinched him during pass the parcel ) and by the time we got to Mum’s on Saturday night, he was beyond horrible.
So we took him home, snuggled him to sleep and planned a romantic evening in, of the kind that lately have been few and far between. But, oh that we should be so lucky! Nine 0’clock that night Finley started vomiting everywhere. We bathed him, brought him down, and I snuggled up with my dossile boy on the couch. Which was lovely. Until episode two, whereby Finley turned round, looked at me beseechingly and threw up all over me. Head to toe. And on it went. With Mark and I rushing about like smelly headless chickens and Finley hysterical because he couldn’t bear to look at the mess (Clean it Daddy. Put it in a
We considered concussion from the cot jump, a banana he had ate at dinnertime, too much gluten free party food, or a stolen birthday cake that would aggravate his celiacs, and then spent half an hour wondering whether to take him to A+E, by which time he was sitting on the floor playing Thomas the Tank Engine and wondering if he could have a biscuit. and though I spent the night popping in and out of his room to make sure he hadn’t choked and died (my first sleepless night since he was born), he was fine.
Today I have delivered him to nursery and politely enquired what they fed him on Thursday, to which they replied "Oh ham. Lot’s and lot’s of ham. Couldn’t get enough of it."
Which is wonderful. Finley can’t have ham.
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Oh, Alison! I'm so sorry you had such a trying weekend. Maybe you can get a good little nap today. In Missouri it's all cloudy, chilly, and dark! Take care. I'm glad you found the root of the problem, but how irritating they don't look at your guidelines better for feeding Finley@!
Love, Gayla
Oh how ridiculous you keep having to hammer home to these people that Finley has some special needs! Did you tell them you were up all night with him vomiting? Today we had a meeting for Angus’ kindy which he starts next year. We were advised that there is a child in another group who has anaphylaxis … the kindy have been given a list of foods the child CAN eat rather than the CAN’Ts to let you know just how severe this little one is. The worst of all offenders for this child is milk … so NO children are to bring milk or peanut butter sandwiches next year … a list will shortly follow advising parents of other foods which will be banned … Because if this child happens to touch a puzzle or toy that another child who has one of the offending foods on their hands, he/she (we’re not told the name) is at severe risk of death. I know Finley’s situation isn’t as severe Alison but oh my gosh it’s still serious enough to warrant their absolute diligence. Of course there are always a few mutters from one or two parents about it being unfair that their child can’t have peanut butter sandwiches for lunch (etc) but most think it’s a small price to pay for the child’s safety and the parent’s peace of mind. Insist Alison. Insist.
Oh how ridiculous you keep having to hammer home to these people that Finley has some special needs! Did you tell them you were up all night with him vomiting? Today we had a meeting for Angus' kindy which he starts next year. We were advised that there is a child in another group who has anaphylaxis … the kindy have been given a list of foods the child CAN eat rather than the CAN'Ts to let you know just how severe this little one is. The worst of all offenders for this child is milk … so NO children are to bring milk or peanut butter sandwiches next year … a list will shortly follow advising parents of other foods which will be banned … Because if this child happens to touch a puzzle or toy that another child who has one of the offending foods on their hands, he/she (we're not told the name) is at severe risk of death. I know Finley's situation isn't as severe Alison but oh my gosh it's still serious enough to warrant their absolute diligence. Of course there are always a few mutters from one or two parents about it being unfair that their child can't have peanut butter sandwiches for lunch (etc) but most think it's a small price to pay for the child's safety and the parent's peace of mind. Insist Alison. Insist.