An Emily update

There's been a lot about Isabel in this blog recently, and not as much at all about dear Emsy. Course, she doesn't do as much - mainly sits, and takes things out of her empty Roses tin, before putting them back in again. What an Eeyore-esque way to spend a day. She seems to enjoy it though. And the tin also serves as a drum, which is good - the only downside is that if she leans on the side it tips up and bashes her in the face. Only one way to learn that though....!

It's lovely to see her sitting and playing happily however, since she wasn't very well before Christmas and it wasn't really until she was better that I realised that the Emily we knew and loved had been replaced for a few weeks by a clingy, whingy bundle. I think Christmas was saved by a trip to the GP on the morning of Christmas Eve. Emily had been getting increasingly out of sorts ever since having a cold in early December - she'd had a runny nose for about two weeks, and for about a week had been losing her appetite and throwing up after most meals. I had her paediatrician appointment coming up on 18 Dec though so didn't take her to the GP but then it snowed, and our appointment moved to the 22nd. So I didn't take her to the GP because I was snowed in, plus we had another appointment coming up.

But it snowed again, and in desperation I had to take her in to the GP on Xmas Eve since she'd thrown up in the evening on the 23rd and again on the morning of the 24th. "The calories", I kept thinking, "the calories! We need every ounce to stay down!" She'd also stopped being able to eat lumpy food - pieces of banana or half blueberries, which had gone down perfectly well a few weeks earlier, just made her retch. And she wouldn't drink more than about an ounce of milk at a time. Turns out (drumroll please....) she had tonsillitis. Thank God for that! At least it was diagnosable and treatable. I'd started to worry that this latest incident was all related to her failure to put on weight quickly, but it wasn't, luckily.

So, we came away with a prescription for antibiotics and Ibuprofen, and within a day or two she'd really started to brighten up. She finished the course yesterday and is a different child from a couple of weeks ago - smiling, happy, eating loads, sleeping well, and even drinking all of her milk which she hasn't done for a couple of months. Maybe the antibiotics dealt with something else as well. As the cracker joke goes - what do you give a man who has everything? Antibiotics!

In other Emily news, we also finally managed to get her to her paediatric appointment. The consultant said he could see no reason for her being a pipsqueak - he took some blood to do some further tests and she'll also have a kidney ultrasound to make sure that the urine infection didn't do any damage. But it seems as if she's just the size she is - and after all, my mum's 5' 1", Mark's mum only just scrapes in at 5', and his sister's the same. So, maybe she just won't be very big. Which is fine - small and healthy works for me. We've got a follow up in mid February and hopefully that'll be that. Meanwhile, back to that Roses tin, there's work to do!