This fall, the first frosts and point their little faces with them ... the resumption of a subscription which would be well past the subscription with the pediatrician ... Grrr a Saturday afternoon is not the most fun for once.
Well, must also be said that the night of Friday to Saturday had not gone well. Lena had awakened much (every half hour between midnight and half and three and a half hours) and told us she had an earache. And without a dose of Doliprane (dazed and tired as we were all three), Lena would have slept even worse. So
moribund and somewhat haggard, we emerged Saturday morning and Our first instinct was to call our beloved pediatrician. An appointment was made at 16h ... or after a nap. And the nap, we were hoping all three good and long ...
Ah hope. That is something which parents learn to be wary in the first weeks, there is hope of a night without (too much) colic, hope the first full nights, no hope of a toothache, the hope of nursery place, hope it is not 'yet' an ear infection / bronchiolitis / angina (delete / as appropriate depending on the child) ... Briefly, the life of a parent is paved with hope ...
So all that to say (and bring with literary tact which I m'esbaudis myself) that a nap was awful and despite the Doliprane, Lena was unable to sleep on his daddy and baby has slept in a while hour and a half ago (but then, today Sunday, she catches up and sprayed at this very moment his own record three and a half hour nap).
short, risky nap, Mom and Dad in The Patti ... and 16h, then at the pediatrician who had a verdict for the slower, "including a double ear infection ear stinker" ... grgrmlml ...
result of augmentin order to pare off the body of my Choup 'the vermin microbial ...
Alalala ... good, apart from that, the pediatrician did not Tarrit praise on Lena (like how big it is, she is alive, she is awake and everything) ... and that, it's always good for the esteem of her parenting ...
With that, the Choup woke up, there's a taste and give hugs to do ...
Well, must also be said that the night of Friday to Saturday had not gone well. Lena had awakened much (every half hour between midnight and half and three and a half hours) and told us she had an earache. And without a dose of Doliprane (dazed and tired as we were all three), Lena would have slept even worse. So
moribund and somewhat haggard, we emerged Saturday morning and Our first instinct was to call our beloved pediatrician. An appointment was made at 16h ... or after a nap. And the nap, we were hoping all three good and long ...
Ah hope. That is something which parents learn to be wary in the first weeks, there is hope of a night without (too much) colic, hope the first full nights, no hope of a toothache, the hope of nursery place, hope it is not 'yet' an ear infection / bronchiolitis / angina (delete / as appropriate depending on the child) ... Briefly, the life of a parent is paved with hope ...
So all that to say (and bring with literary tact which I m'esbaudis myself) that a nap was awful and despite the Doliprane, Lena was unable to sleep on his daddy and baby has slept in a while hour and a half ago (but then, today Sunday, she catches up and sprayed at this very moment his own record three and a half hour nap).
short, risky nap, Mom and Dad in The Patti ... and 16h, then at the pediatrician who had a verdict for the slower, "including a double ear infection ear stinker" ... grgrmlml ...
result of augmentin order to pare off the body of my Choup 'the vermin microbial ...
Alalala ... good, apart from that, the pediatrician did not Tarrit praise on Lena (like how big it is, she is alive, she is awake and everything) ... and that, it's always good for the esteem of her parenting ...
With that, the Choup woke up, there's a taste and give hugs to do ...
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