Baby Ayla is NOT allergic to nuts, seafood, shellfish, dairy, wheat, stone fruit, bananas, coconut, eggs or any of the other usual suspects…
Baby Ayla is allergic to grass.
I’m the same; if we sit or lie in grass for any more than a few minutes we’ll break out in a fine, red, itchy rash that’s borderline painful.
After a number of short adventures on the lawn I thought Ayla may have escaped my grass-rash gene, but today she spent a good hour in the backyard and by the end her of it little legs were red from the knees down.
I felt awful for Ayla because I knew exactly what she was going through and I could tell that the rash was upsetting her because our usual night time routine was in an uproar of irritability.
Even when I put Ayla in the sink for a bath she still yelled and whinged, and it was then that I realised an itchy rash must be torture for baby who can’t scratch!
So out came the Calamine lotion, which I rubbed on Ayla’s little legs after she’d had cool bath, and then Hubby carried her around under her arms for a while so her legs could dangle and dry.
Finally when the Calamine had set and Ayla was cocooned and ready for bed she started to settle, so I turned her air con down a couple of degrees and hoped we’d all get a good nights sleep.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013: Two Hundred and Twenty Six Days Old.
Baby Ayla has been all out of sorts today.
I can’t work out if it’s teething, a lack of routine or if she’s just missing her Daddy, but the poor poppet has definitely been grizzly.
I’m so lucky that Ayla’s “grizzly” is what it is though; I tried explaining to a shop assistant today when Ayla didn’t smile back at her but the lady just thought I was joking!
“Sad Ayla” simply means Ayla is happy for less time ie; she gets bored quicker, hungry quicker, is less patient during nappy changes and other things like that.
But without Hubby here I was feeling pretty frazzled by the end of the day today. I felt as if my upper back had seized up from carrying Ayla around and giving her lots of cuddles, and I swear I still had Ayla’s voice ringing in my ears when I came to bed.
But on the upside, Ayla did fall asleep a bit earlier tonight so I actually found time to relax (on my holiday!) and watch a movie.
Here’s to a good nights sleep! 😉
Saturday, 26 October 2013: Two Hundred and Seven Days Old.
I have no idea what’s going on today.
After our third rough night in a row, Ayla has spent literally all day grizzling and whinging.
It’s so unlike her, and because of that I don’t know how to handle it!
Ayla’s been off her milk, refusing to nap and cries whenever I go out of sight, but she has no temperature or symptoms of any kind and even picking her up hasn’t comforted her.
I guess it’s teething but I can’t feel anything underneath her gums… Surely if she’s this bad they’d be nearly breaking through?!
Don’t get me wrong though, Ayla hasn’t been a nightmare under certain terms, but compared to her normal state of happy she’s certainly been Grumpy Smurf.
I desperately hope she’s better tomorrow, although for now I’m simply looking forward to an hour of no noise and no squirming baby in my arms.