We went nine months and eleven days without Penny being ill beyond a bit of a cold and some teething pain. But today I have a poorly baby. I could tell something was wrong yesterday when she refused to eat any dinner, even one of her favourites – fromage frais. I presumed it was the heat, but confess to being irrationally over-worried about her over night. Today she refused breakfast too, and seemed a bit lethargic. I decided she was probably a bit dehydrated because of the heat and gave her extra milk as she was mostly spitting out the water I gave her.
I wouldn’t even have gone to the drop in clinic if I hadn’t looked up dehydration in babies online to check if there was anything else I could do, and read on several sites (including the NHS site) that if a baby shows any signs of dehydration they should be taken to the doctor. So I popped along to the local drop in centre, humbly apologising to the nurse for probably wasting her time. As it turns out, it’s lucky I took her. It turns out mums do ‘just know’ when something is wrong. After a thorough check over the nurse concluded she wasn’t dehydrated (at least not in a medical sense), but she does have a sore throat and an ear infection brewing. That explains a lot.
So it’s banana flavoured antibiotics and strawberry flavoured ibuprofen for the next few days. Bring on the syringes!