Three poorly babies

I know Jack & Mikey aren’t technically “babies” but they are MY babies, so I have three poorly babies today.

It’s been starting for a few days but today it’s hit our household like a bacteria filled bomb, all three have sticky eyes (Yuck!), poor Jack woke up and thought he was blind! 🙈

Mikey has no comprehension of why I have to clean his eyes, he’s the hardest one to help. Jack doesn’t like having his eyes cleaned (using boiling water and cotton wool) plus eye drops, but he knows he needs them and if he just plays along it’s over a lot quicker than if he fights me, Nicole hates having her eyes cleaned (she’s too young for drops) but is too little fight back, so just gives me a guilty feeling with her bottom lip.

But Mikey, he is the strongest out of all three and hates any sort of intervention, wiping his nose, washing his hair, changing his bum…he’s not a fan of anything like that, so trying to swipe his eyes with cotton wool in one direction so I’m not rubbing it back into his eye, then putting in eye drops is near-impossible, but I managed it, I may have had to gently restrain him with my legs, but it took me no longer than a minute, whereas I could have sat there for an hour trying to reason with him but got nowhere, if you are a fan of the TV show Friends….Imagine Rachel with the eye drop, but x10!

I had plans to take the kids out to the park today or maybe even to a play area, but I’m not so well myself and really all they want to do is stay in their pyjamas and watch TV, so I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to chill with them and not spread this cold/virus/eye infection whatever you want to call it, to the outside world.

Kids perk up pretty quickly so I’m hoping they’ll be OK for nursery and a play date tomorrow, there’s really no way to tell until the morning with kids, they are pretty unpredictable. I know they’ll be absolutely gutted to miss out but I suppose it’s my job to decide what is best and weigh up the pros and cons, they’ve been having their eye drops for two days now, so hopefully their eye will be better by tomorrow.

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It’s your turn…

It’s the middle of the night and the familiar sound of our youngest child screaming bloody murder wakes us, we each know the other one is awake as we both jumped at the sudden screech projected by our child’s lungs.

It’s only a few seconds but there’s a pistols at dawn scenario playing out, to who will get up to see to him. With Mikey I have the shorter straw if you will in this situation, as I’m breast feeding, he’s most likely hungry, but luckily to my advantage I have an amazing Fiancé, Paul, who wants to do his part so he gets up, checks his nappy, passes him to me for a feed (and sometimes even pulls my boob out for me) and then puts him back in his moses basket when he’s milk drunk.

With our eldest son, he was bottle fed, for the first 12 weeks I provided him with breast milk through bottles so this meant a rigorous breast pumping routine 8-10 times a day, Paul as wonderful as ever would feel guilty I went through so much to provide for our son, so I think maybe all in all I did about 10 nights with Jack and Paul did the rest.

We giggle about it now, as Jack sleeps for about 10 hours a night and Mikey does the same with just one wake to feed. Having two kids under 2 we’ve quickly realised it isn’t just the night feeds that leave us nudging each other saying “It’s your turn”.

Amongst the madness we make a good team, it sometimes feels like we’re working a checkout conveyor belt filled with nappies, bottles and snotty tissues, but that’s all part of the fun of parenthood!