Thursday, 17 October 2013: Two Hundred Days Old.
Ayla’s had a nudie-bum all day today, and she’s gonna stay that way until we get this darn nappy rash under control.
The rash has been there in minor since I first blogged about it weeks ago, but this morning it flared up and spread to Ayla’s gorgeous chubby thighs.
It’s so awful to see my flawless and precious Baby Ayla tired and in pain because it hurts to wee….
So after a quick phone consult with my mum this morning it was off to the doctors for Ayla and I, hoping to find a safe, quick, cheap and effective solution.
But alas, the doctor declared the rash was indeed “very bad” and prescribed a course of creams to knock it on the head and ease Ayla’s discomfort ASAP.
As much as I tell myself that nappy rash is normal, and common, and part and parcel of living in the tropics, I still feel guilty.
There seems to be countless – literally countless – remedies, solutions and preventative measures out there to keep Ayla’s bottom as smooth as a baby’s should be and I’ve gone and selected the few that didn’t work.
I’m so sorry baby!! Mummy’s gonna make it better soon xx
Friday, 20 September 2013: One Hundred and Seventy Two Days Old.
Hubby and I have had a few massive days at home with the renovations, and now I miss my Ayla!
She’s been right here with us of course, but because we’ve been so busy I haven’t had as much time to hang out with her as I usually do.
Amidst all the work, we did get to have a bit of fun this afternoon when we put Ayla and her friend Baby Coops in the wheelbarrow for a swim!
It was very cute – and a welcome break from concreting – but tonight I still felt like I wanted to cuddle Ayla for eternity and make up for lost time!
I’ve been so conscious that these early days of Ayla will pass by in a blink of an eye and I’ve not wanted to miss a single thing.
To make my guilt over the last couple of days worse, Ayla’s developed a little bit of a cough (I think it’s from all the dust in the air) so now I don’t want to let the poor cherub out of my sight!
Friday 2 August 2013: One Hundred and Twenty-Three Days Old.
Poor little Baby Ayla has been a sick little chicken all day today.
Up at 3am for her usual feed, Ayla couldn’t get back to sleep and stayed awake squirming and grizzling till nearly 5am.
At 5.25am she was up again and her temperature seemed to have settled in for the day.
Although Ayla must have been feeling very under the weather, in true Angel Baby style she still managed some FaceTime smiles for her grandma’s birthday.
It was awful to see Ayla all dopey, tired and off her food, but I was surprised to feel good ol’ mummy guilt rear its head and help me see why some people choose not to vaccinate.
But, I was quick to remind myself how much worse things could be and I simply held my baby closer than ever.
Finally, after a noble 18 hour fight, I gave in to the temptation of baby panadol and tapped out when the thermometer climbed to 38.8 degrees.
So now we wait for peaceful dreams and hope for a happy healthy baby tomorrow.