Tent-factor: The Final!!
I expect you’re all on tenterhooks wondering how our weekend away went? Did we get any sleep? Had our Tent Trials done the trick?
So where did we leave it? Day Ten (Sunday night into Monday morning) – all was going well.
Days Eleven (Mon > Tues) and Twelve (Tues > Weds) I implemented some more great advice from Vicky of Babies made Easy, and left the door of the nursery wide open and the landing light on, and made a point of banging around a little. Vicky made the point that if she was able to settle and sleep with light and some noise that when we had to share a room, then we might even be able to watch TV or had the bedside light on without disturbing the babe’s sleep. And that all went well.
Day Thirteen (Weds > Thurs) was the time to start to bite the bullet and move the Babe into our room. After some crazy manoeuvres, handling an already erected tent, the travel cot was in our room and the normal cot back in the nursery. And I have to say, it all went pretty well. She woke once in the night with a little squeak, but quickly settled. I wasn’t brave enough to turn on the bedside lamp while getting ready for bed, but did have the door fully open so the landing light flooded in. Thursday night Hubby was back from being away with work, so it was time for all three of us to bed down for the night. How did it go?
Day Forteen (Thurs > Fri) Well, after a relatively easy bedtime, I heard a strange noise just after 8pm. A short while later, I rushed upstairs after hearing “mummy….. Mummy! MUMMY!!!!” The poor wee mite had projectile vomited all over herself and the cot – everywhere :-( So we had to do one of those emergency baths/wash downs, including trying to get the sick out of her hair – urgh!
Luckily I had a clean, made-up cot, ready to go! So a change of clothes, cuddle and bedtime songs later, the Babe was settled again. And I tackled the scene of the crime.
We were due to leave Friday lunch after playgroup, but after cancelling going to playgroup it was clear she wasn’t going to improve. Friday and Saturday we had one poorly little vomiting miss, who just wanted cuddles, and sleep, and to watch “Pat” (Postman) on TV. We got great advice from our wonderful Doctor to make sure she didn’t get too dehydrated. By Sunday we were just dealing with the runs, and trying to find ways to make chicken and rice less bland. Chicken stock, rice, pearl barley and potatoes is NOT one of those ways – it’s basically gruel. Even the Babe refused it!! So there we were on Sunday night – eating our gruel, after a weekend of being covered in D&V, the washing machine constantly on, having missed a weekend away eating, drinking and laughing with our friends – with the phrase “the best laid plans of mice and men” going round in our heads. Hey ho, hey?
So we won’t know if our Tent Trials would have worked. Until the next time we’re due to go away. Best get something in the diary!!
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