After years of sleeping through, being woken at 3.30am is not fun. But little bear needed his medicine, and he needed a cuddle and he needed a drink. I didn't mind.
Today has been challenging at times - food is too wet or too dry (sometimes both at the same time) or not tasty. Fireman Sam is the hero, but he can't bear to watch him. He is so tired and cranky, and achy, poor mite.
Dear heart, bless him, is working from home which has been a help as I have been able to pop out for things. And he has been great at nipping out for necessities for little bear when he can (he has been working hard).
Little bear has also expressed a strong dislike of his penicillin. This reached its peak tonight. He looked at it. 'No want - will be sick'. I reassured him that it would make him better. Well, actually he did seem a lot better after he had been copiously sick all over himself, me, the sheets and the carpet. Thank goodness dear heart was there to help out. Little bear is rarely sick, so it took us all by surprise.
We are stopping the penicillin, as dear heart is allergic to it and it really isn't helping if it is such a struggle. Also we have a drs appt tomorrow afternoon, so I am hoping that the dr can prescribe an alternative.
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