Sick toddlers

We got back to Joburg today, after spending all of yesterday and last night in Parys (with my mum and my youngest sister, Georgia – otherwise known as ‘Wildlife Sister.’)

But lo and behold, of course Stevie decides to get poorly. A 24-hour bug, falling directly over those 24 hours we’re away from home.

Call me a bad mum, call me what you want, but she didn’t eat and she was vomitting water and cattargh (sorry for those with sensitive stomachs). Pete had a couple of things to keep an eye on at home, so it fell to myself and Hollie (‘Yoga Sister’) to drive the 1.5 hours with a vomitting baby. And of course, the thought of leaving her at home did cross my mind, but I didn’t. She was so looking forward to seeing Nana Berny (or Nana Burby, in toddler-speak) and ‘Georda’ and My-Chew (Michael) that I couldn’t say no. And besides, she had a cold – a bit of excitement should take her mind off it, right?

She dozed uncomfortably the whole way there, waking up periodically for water. And she was extremely excited to see Nana Burby. But the excitement lasted all of about 10 minutes, until she realised Nana Burby was holding her instead of Mummy. And so began the rest of the day…

We went to see some cheetahs – usually Stevie’s favourite pastime ever – and she got bored within 20 mins. She giggled a bit when they hissed at her, but all too soon the tiredness set in and we went back to Nana’s.

Auntie Lollipop (Yoga Sister) didn’t get a look in. We got the wrong flavour Panado, so I had some sport trying to get it down her throat. She hurled up her Zinplex and sent (yes, she sent them) Nana and Yoga Sister to the shop to get her crisps and rusks.

She perked up a bit in the evening, but of course woke up every 3 hours or so annoyed because she couldn’t breathe through her nose. Mummy was very tired. Typical, 24-hour-bug hits when we go away.

This morning we left Parys at 9.30am. And of course, after a lie-in (by her standards) Stevie wakes up happy as Larry, ready to “go home and see Daddy and Cleo and Spoo.”

Little s**t. Of course, she’s fine today…

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One thought on “Sick toddlers

  1. It’s called ‘The Law of Sod!’ I used to get embarrassed when I took you lot to the Docs and you were right as rain as opposed to semi-dying before hand. Was lovely to see all my girls. I’m still finding popcorn everywhere 😝😘❀️😍

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