Claire Pregnant

Tuesday last week we got together with mums and babies from yoga for a picnic in the park. It worked out brilliantly, lots of chat and now - New friends! We had the perfect spot under a tree. Blankets were strategically placed to allow babies the shade and mums the sun, which was by the way amazing! We must have spent three or four hours on the grass…

Later that night around 12pm Freddie awoke - Projectile vomiting is difficult to catch! Poor guy was overcome with the force of sickness. Totally unprepared, I missed most of the mess. The muslin cloth suffered a tiny damp corner whilst Freddie and I were covered - His clothes were soaked, my clothes were soaked, the mattress was splattered…

With a change of clothes, lots of love and hugs later we agreed to try feeding him again to perhaps a rather predictable end. Watching him throw up so extreme was upsetting and scary. My troubled face (monumental support for a befuddled baby) was, pathetic. Pau, thankfully with the advantage of experience offered Freddie celebratory happiness. Freddie laughed. (Hurray!) I took note and immediately turned off my worried brow - I LOVE THESE GUYS!!

Freddie was up every hour after that until his stomach was empty. I tried to think about the cause and realised that after three or more hours in the same spot under a single tree, the shadow may have moved (hello) leaving the babies under the sun. (Did he have sunstroke…?)

I fed him again at the start of the day and he began to repair. For him, the worst was over. Me on the other hand, I was super tired and stroppy. I took Freddie out and ended up walking back from a trip to Islington which left me exhausted. Still, I fancied meeting Pau for an early evening drink. We moved on to dinner at a local Italian restaurant where fried calamari and four cheese pizza seemed to provide the necessary fuel. Later, arriving home, I put Freddie to bed and fell asleep next to him - An early night! … Became early morning with a more than usual taste of saliva!

Vile! Putrid! Akk! Talk about sick that makes you want to vomit - This was over churned Gorgonzola with EXTRA bite baby! (Too much detail?) … I’d caught it good. And there began 30 hours of nil by mouth, bucket by bed joy.

The day was memorable. For two reasons: The first, because I saw stars and fainted with dehydration (interesting). The second for the magic moments that Pau then caught with his camera as we rested together in the late afternoon… Loving these photo’s!