Thursday, 16 May 2013: Forty-Five Days Old.

Since having her immunisations yesterday Ayla’s been fighting her first fever, and she’s handling it like a champ.

The fever’s not bad, it’s sitting in the high 37s/low 38s, but it’s enough to make her want her mummy and daddy.

I’ve talked before about how much I love baby cuddles, and I do, but it’s tiring when you spend all day carrying a 4kg baby around and my back is killing me.

So we’ve spent literally the whole day on the couch. Most of the time Ayla’s been asleep but it’s been peppered with plenty of little cries, the odd girly squeal and short phases of fitful squirming.

I wish I could tell her it’s ok, that the fever is making her stronger and will keep her safe and healthy, but all I can do is hold her tight and kiss her little chubby cheeks.