The saga of Finleys beer belly goes on. The hospital didn’t ring, so in an elaborate act of NHS deception, I got Helen to pretend to be me and ring the consultant to find out WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??? (She’s meaner than me!) And it worked!
We can stay at home till Monday, when we have a meeting with the consultant to agree a plan of care for our babba, do the sweat test for cystic fibrosis and get the results for the Celiacs Disease tests. Then as long as he hasn’t lost a significant amount of weight we can go home, because the consultant agrees that Finley doesn’t eat in hospital and may get skinnier as a result, so wherever possible he will be treated as an out patient. Thank God.
He has been a little monster today. He has got me up the wall pouring me fake cups of
There can’t be that much wrong with him. He is as naughty as ever.
Fingers crossed please.
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Good work there girls…I love both yours & Helen's style ~ anything to get info from those doctors!
As for those two gorgeous boys ~ what a delight in every sense ~ I've everything crossed.
Fingers crossed and prayers abounding!
Finley and Gabriel are both so adorable!
You and Finn are in our prayers every night. Baby Jason says every night with his prayers "an make Finwee o.KAY!"
Every time I point out a picture of Finn to Jason he gets all excited and says "dat's Finwee, my fwend".
Well, what a good-cop bad-cop pair you and Helen are! I applaud that, for sure. Good luck on Monday. What cute little boys…. oh, golly they are so adorable and "angelic" that you could just STRANGLE them with your adoration, at times…. and trust me, at 24, mine is still the same, mocking my chatter and my thoughts and thoroughlly exasperating me into further enchantment with him… Babbas NEVER grow up for us moms…
My thoughts and prayers and with you at this time. I'm sending positive vibes your way!!
I prefer to think of myself as assertive rather than mean though Alison…