The double whammy

I was washing the dishes when I started feeling cold.  Not the put-a-jacket-on type cold, but the I-think-I’m-coming-down-with-something kind.  A short time later, the aches came, along with the feeling that I needed to lay down and do nothing except be miserable.

When Daniel woke up from his nap, we went outside.  He and Hannah played in the sandpit while I laid on a picnic blanket soaking up some vitamin D to hopefully make me feel a bit better.  I did feel better while I was out there, but it was unfortunately short lived.

The next day was my fortnightly all day uni day.  I always have to go to uni once per week for 2 hours, but every other week I have a four hour workshop an hour after my usual class.  There was no way I’d last the whole day.

I dropped the kids off at preschool and daycare, came home, and laid on the couch, missing my lecture.  I popped some Panadol before heading out to my workshop so that I’d hopefully feel well enough to participate.  Workshops are compulsory after all.  Usually if someone is sick on the day, they can just go to a workshop on a different day, but mine is the very last one, so that’s not exactly possible.  I’m sure I could get a doctors certificate and then have to do some sort of other make up work, but we were making bread.  Every time I try to make bread, it turns out to be almost rock solid, caved in on the top, and not quite edible.  We were also doing sciencey things with the bread, but I was mostly interested in the bread making itself.

Lucky for me, the Panadol did it’s job and I was ok for the whole workshop.  My awesome lab partner (who funnily enough, worked for the same company in the same building at the same time as Aaron many years ago, but they didn’t know each other) and I followed the instructions to a tee, even taking the temperature of the water so it was exactly 35 degrees, in hopes that our bread would be awesome.

Only it wasn’t.  Out of the whole class, our bread was the very worst.  It wasn’t nearly as bad as all the loaves I’ve tried to make at home, but it wasn’t good either.  I guess I’m just not a bread maker.  Sigh.

That tiny loaf in the middle, that’s the one Sophie and I made. As you can kind of see, each one was slightly different. From left to right: Positive control (had flour, yeast, water, salt and all of the bread improvers), negative control (just flour, water, yeast, and salt) Vitamin C (F, W, Y, S, and vitamin C), Enzyme (F, W, Y, S and an enzyme that helps feed the yeast), and Fat (F, W, Y, S, and lard).  Even the negative control loaf was bigger than ours 😦

The Panadol started wearing off on the drive home and as soon as I walked in the door, the couch was calling me.

Yesterday I felt even worse.  I laid on the couch all morning while the kids watched Hiro of the Rails and played trains in the living room, getting increasingly bored with each passing minute.  As soon as 9 o’clock rolled around, we went outside so they could play in the sandpit, on the swings, and on their little tricycles.

“Uh-oh, you’ve got the crazy eye too.” Aaron said when he came home from work. “My  right eye is all red and gross.”

I hadn’t noticed my wonky eye.  I mean I guess I felt that it was uncomfortable, but amongst the chills, aches, fever, and gigantic swollen and sore tonsils, the eye wasn’t on my radar.

“Oh my gosh!” I said when I looked in the mirror and saw one bright red eye with pus coming out of the corner and bottom.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and had a look at my tonsils.  The right one was still gigantic, and the left almost normal.  Both had pus all over them.

“I think I’d better go to the doctor.” I said to Aaron.

45 minutes later, I was back home with eye drops for the conjunctivitis (pink eye), and a 50 tablet pack of antibiotics for my very bad case of tonsilitis.

At least I’m on the mend now.  My fever is gone, and I think I’m feeling a lot better.  It’s hard to tell since I’m currently laying in my bed, and laying down always made it a bit better, but I’m not freezing or achey.  Just tired, which is understandable since I tossed and turned all last night and the night before.

Ugh, I hate being sick.  How Aaron and I got pink eye and the kids didn’t, I have no idea.

If you enjoyed reading this, please vote for my blog. All you have to do is click the link below. That’s it… Clicking the link brings you to the Top Mommy Blogs home page. You don’t have to do anything else. Any clicks from my site to theirs is a vote.  THANKS!

Like my blog? ‘Like’ it on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mommy-Adventures/203964682967827?ref=tn_tnmn

Pin It You officially have my permission to pin this (as long as it links back to my site).  Just don’t act like you wrote it. Because you didn’t….

Copyright 2013 Sheri Thomson

My poor sick girl

As I said earlier in the week, Hannah is sick.  It started with bacterial conjunctivitis, but that cleared up pretty much after the first application of eyedrops.  But then the fever and coughing set in.

Each morning, she would seem ok, playing and giggling, even eating breakfast.  I didn’t take her anywhere because I wanted her to get some rest and not exert herself too much.  She doesn’t usually have naps anymore, but she has been this week.  And when she wakes up, she looks miserable, is burning up, and doesn’t want to do anything but lay on the couch.

I have been taking her temperature every few hours, even in the mornings when she is happy and doesn’t seem sickly.  She hasn’t had a normal 36.8 degrees since Saturday, but in the mornings she is has been around 37.  Not too bad.  I can see her getting uncomfortable in her sleep and tossing around, and when she wakes up in the afternoon, her temperature has been 40 degrees.  The other day it got up to 40.5, which is so scary.

We had the night doctor out again 2 nights ago when her fever was 40.5 and Panadol and Nurofen were only taking it down to 38.  He said her chest and lungs sounded clear, but when she coughed he said she sounded like it could be an upper respiratory infection and prescribed antibiotics.

“It could still be a virus, but with her fevers and the sound of her cough, it could definitely be an infection.”

The next morning, she seemed quite well again.  I thought she was getting better.  Until the afternoon when the fever set back in and she looked miserable.

Daniel keeping his poor sick sister company on the couch whilst watching cartoons (Daniel is sporting his sleepy face)

Last night she woke up in the middle of the night to pee.  We were woken by the bathroom light and extractor fan followed by screaming.

“MOMMY, THERE’S A COCKROACH IN THE BATHROOM!” Hannah was crying hysterically whilst freaking out, her pull up around her ankles (she only wears them at night).

A quick touch of her forehead proved she was burning up yet again.  The other nights she wasn’t feverish after she fell asleep.  I even set my alarm each night to check on her.

Another 40 degree fever.  Aaron and I were both up by then.  Cough, cough.  She sounded horrible.  And then she made the noise.  The noise the precedes the vomit.  That horrible half gagging, stuff-is-coming-up-from-the-stomach noise.  Even in the middle of the night, I am lighting fast if there is vomit involved.  We all know how much I hate vomit.  I got a bowl so fast Usain Bolt would have been left in my dust.  Vomit is Aaron’s to deal with though, so he got to hold up the bowl whilst Hannah vomited in it.

I made her drink some gatorade and take some Nurofen.

“When I’m sick, I sleep on the couch,” she told me.  I suppose because when Aaron or I am sick, that’s what we do, so that we don’t infect the other one.

She didn’t want to be alone, so I slept on the couch too.  She slept on her little fold out couch on the floor, I slept on the couch couch.  I stayed up for 45 minutes to make sure her fever went down before I went back to sleep.

This morning was the best morning she’s had since Saturday.  She stayed home from pre-school with me since she had been so sick over night, but she ate 3 pancakes for breakfast, was playing, dancing, singing, jumping around, and very happy in general.  I thought she was getting better for sure.

Until this afternoon, when again her fever set in.  39.5 degrees.  I gave her some Nurofen and took her straight to my usual doctor.  He listened to her chest giving me that usual quizzical look, trying to remember if her heart murmur is known, or not.  “Yeah, she has a heart murmur.”  I already know, it’s fine.  He wasn’t my usual doctor, but my usual doctors dad, my usual doctor is on vacation.  That’s what they told me anyway.

He put the stethoscope on her back and a concerned look crossed his face.  “She has an infection at the bottom of her left lung.” He told me.  Or something to that effect.  Maybe he said chest.  I’m not sure, but she has an infection there somewhere and now has to take stronger antibiotics because the ones she was on wouldn’t do anything to the bacteria that are colonising in her lung. Or chest.  Or whatever.

We went to the chemist to get her prescription and popped into the real estate agent to get the keys to our house (OUR HOUSE!!) while we waited.  Yeah, we got the keys today.  But we didn’t get to go there because Hannah’s health is more important.  The new house is going to have to take a back seat to our poor little sick girl.

If she isn’t improving by Saturday, I have to take her for a chest x-ray, which I already have a referral for, and if she is improving, I just have to take her back to the doctor on Tuesday.

Poor Hannah, I really hope she starts getting better.  She is looking very pale and is losing weight.  It’s horrible to see, but must be even worse to feel.

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes or if any sentences don’t make sense.  I usually read back over my posts, but it’s 9:05, and I’m tired, so I’m just going to go to bed instead.

If you enjoyed reading this, please vote for my blog. All you have to do is click the link below. That’s it… Clicking the link brings you to the Top Mommy Blogs home page. You don’t have to do anything else. Any clicks from my site to theirs is a vote.  THANKS!

Like my blog? ‘Like’ it on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mommy-Adventures/203964682967827?ref=tn_tnmn

Pin It You officially have my permission to pin this (as long as it links back to my site).  Just don’t act like you wrote it. Because you didn’t….

Copyright 2013 Sheri Thomson

Conjuntivitis

Click. Whiiiiiirrrrrrr.  The bright light of the bathroom beamed across the hallway and into our bedroom, accompanied by the sound of the fan that automatically turns on with the light, waking both Aaron and me up simultaneously.

“What time is it?” Aaron asked me as he poked his head up off the pillow, still half asleep.

“4:30.”

Hannah was in the bathroom, fiddling with something.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I ran out of water, I’m just filling up my cup.”

Um, ok. As you do at 4:30 in the morning. But that’s the way things have been going around here the last couple of days.  Hannah is sick.

It started out as one little eye goober (or sleep as the Aussies call it, and then look at me like I’m from Mars when I say goober) on Saturday morning.  Sometimes people just get goobers.  Maybe an eyelash was in her eye and then a protective goober formed around it until the eyelash was removed. These things happen.  We didn’t think anything of it.

Except by 3:30, both of Hannah’s eyes looked like someone with a particularly nasty sinus infection had blown their nose straight into Hannah’s eyes.  I was wiping them with a warm damp cloth every few minutes.

She started getting testier and testier.  If she asked for something and I gave it to her, she’d scream cry saying she wanted something else, which is totally unlike her.

My googling skills told me that Hannah most likely had bacterial conjuntivitis.

Photo courtesy of WebMD. Hannah’s was a lot worse than this though, and more greenish than yellowish, but you get the idea

No doctors offices were open by that time on a Saturday afternoon, so I called the after hours GP service.  Just quietly, it is much easier using them than going to the doctor anyway.

Every time I take the kids to the doctor, Daniel runs around and around the little Hallway that connects at both ends to the main room and makes the most perfect running around like a crazy person circle.  Running around in circles would not be complete without deafeningly loud squeals of delight, drawing attention from all of the other annoyed sick people who are nicely sitting in their chairs staring at me and wondering why I can’t control my children.  Yes, children.  Because when Daniel is running around the hallway circle, Hannah doesn’t want to be left out, and she joins in too.

I could make them sit down and read, but if I take Daniel away from his delightful hallway circle, he arches his back, screams like I’m trying to murder him and then starts flailing to the point where I can’t hold on to him and just have to lay him on the floor to carry out his tantrum so I don’t end up accidentally dropping him on his head.  I would prefer hallway running in delight than everyone staring at us for tantruming on the floor like a giant fish out of water any day, thank you very much.

The after hours doctors come to your house.  And it doesn’t cost me any more than it does to visit the regular doctor (both of which are covered by medicare).

I was right, bacterial conjunctivitis.  Also known in the U.S. as pinkeye, but apparently from the confused looks I got when I said it, not here.

She didn’t even cry when I put the horrible drops in her eyes.  By morning, her goobers had subsided but she still wasn’t allowed to be around other people.  She seemed pretty good on Sunday.  A little tired, a tiny fever, but she was pretty happy and was playing.

Yesterday she looked ok in the morning and then a couple hours later, she had a fever of 40 degrees (104f) and was laying on the couch in misery.  A dose of panadol only brought it down to 37.7, but a lukewarm bath brought it down to 37.1.

We stayed home all day so Hannah could rest.  It was good for Hannah, but Daniel was going stir crazy and being particularly mischievous, drawing on the tv with crayon (FYI, it wipes right off, thank goodness), pulling Hannah’s hair and so forth.

After another dose of panadol before bedtime, Hannah went right to sleep.  I set my alarm and checked on her in the night to make sure her fever didn’t get too high.  Fevers too high in kids can cause convulsions.

I slowly opened the kids’ door, and nearly fall over when I tripped on a toy.  She didn’t feel hot, so I didn’t take her temperature.  Yesterday she felt like she was a furnace.

Hopefully she will be feeling better today. If her little water gathering episode in the bathroom is anything to go by, she will be fine.  She wasn’t hot, and seemed very cheerful and pleased with herself, despite the fact that it was 4:30 in the morning.  Did I mention I’ve been awake ever since?

Sigh.

If you enjoyed reading this, please vote for my blog. All you have to do is click the link below. That’s it… Clicking the link brings you to the Top Mommy Blogs home page. You don’t have to do anything else. Any clicks from my site to theirs is a vote.  THANKS!

Like my blog? ‘Like’ it on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mommy-Adventures/203964682967827?ref=tn_tnmn

Pin It You officially have my permission to pin this (as long as it links back to my site).  Just don’t act like you wrote it. Because you didn’t….

Copyright 2013 Sheri Thomson

I’ll look after you

Last weekend I was feeling quite sick. I had a nasty cough that stole most of my voice and left me sounding much like a chain smoking transvestite. Not that I’ve ever met a chain smoking transvestite. But you get my drift. I laid on the couch, coughing my guts up and curling into a ball to stay warm despite my fever of 39.5c (103.1F). I just wanted to lay there. Needed to.

Hannah came bounding in from her room, the quilt that Grandma Linda (my host mum. Exchange student mother if you don’t know what a host mum is) made for her, and her Dora blanket hanging from her arms, almost tripping her as she walked.

She came over to me and laid them out on top of me.

Her little face changed to an expression of concern. “I’ll look after you mommy,” she told me firmly as she smoothed the blankets out and patted my side.

“Here Mommy.” She gave me some stuffed animal toys to cuddle.

“You need some books to read.”  She went off and brought me some of her books, getting quite upset when Daniel came over to look at them instead of me.

“NO DANIEL, THOSE ARE FOR MOMMY!!!!!”

“Do you need anything else, Mommy?”

“No sweetie, I think I’ve got everything I need. Thanks baby, you’re very sweet.”

“I think you need some food. I’ll get you an apple and a passionfruit.” She climbed up on her desk to reach the fruitbowl on the kitchen counter, and then put her chosen fruit in 2 of her little plastic tea set bowls before bringing them to me.

“Here Mommy. In case you get hungry.”

She ran off to her room again.

When she came back, she was carrying her pink Dora the Explorer garbage bin. I must say, I was a little baffled.

“You need this too Mommy…for your tissues.” She is clearly smarter than me.

The next day she laid on the couch, scrunched her face up, forced out a pretend cough and said in her sooky voice “Mommy, I feel a little bit sick, you can look after me.” FYI, she was not actually sick.

“I need my blankets, some books, an apple and passionfruit, my bin, and my Mickey.”

Cheeky monkey.

Do you like Veggie tales? I put a review of the new DVD, the The Penniless Princess on my reviews blog. You can read it here.

If you enjoyed reading this, please vote for my blog. All you have to do is click the link below. That’s it… Clicking the link brings you to the Top Mommy Blogs home page. You don’t have to do anything else. Any clicks from my site to theirs is a vote.  THANKS!

Like my blog? ‘Like’ it on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mommy-Adventures/203964682967827?ref=tn_tnmn

Pin It You officially have my permission to pin this (as long as it links back to my site).  Just don’t act like you wrote it. Because you didn’t….

Copyright 2012 Sheri Thomson

The week of accomplishments

“WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!” Aaron and I looked at each other. It was only 9pm, what was Hannah doing waking up screaming right now?
“You cheeky Bubba,” I heard Aaron say from her room. I went in to see what all the fuss was about. “You cheeky little monkey!” I said to her. She looked up at me from halfway down the cot, facing the wrong direction, with a puzzled expression. I’m not sure if she knew how she got on to her belly. Did she do it in her sleep, or did she do it on purpose. I could already tell this was going to become a problem. Aaron tried a number of times to put her back to sleep, but she just kept rolling as soon as he put her down. I gave her a feed which knocked her out, then I put her down. My success was short lived, she woke up on her tummy a number of times that night. If only she knew how to roll back over….

Hannah hasn’t had a proper nap since Saturday. Or was it Friday? I can’t remember. I think she’s out, then 5 minutes later, WAAA!! I find her on her tummy again. Yesterday I sat in her room and patted her belly for an hour an a half (the amount of time she is supposed to nap for). She slept for 20 minutes, and I had to prevent her from rolling over on a number of occasions. When she is in her light sleep, she moves around a lot, puts her legs straight in the air, and then brings them down to the side and bang, she’s on her tummy. She used to just move her head from side to side like a crazy person and rub all of her hair off. After a while, she would go still, in her deep sleep.

I’ve been hearing a lot about Baby sleeping bags recently. A lot of the girls bought them for their babies because they wiggle around in their cots and end up with no blankets. Hannah either kicks her blankets off, or puts her feet straight up in the air, making the blankets slip over her head. I think it’s time for a sleeping bag. Add the now rolling, and there is no way she can have blankets. She could get all tangled up in them. I saw some at the shops for 60 something dollars. Seemed a bit steep to me, so I did what any industrious girl would do. I made my own. Then the weather decided to be a gross 40 degrees (104f), and my wrap was made useless (too hot!). I plan to make another one with a better design this time, and a bit thinner for summer.

Even though it was extremely hot outside, I was freezing. It was bed time, and I was piling on the blankets. My muscles were all achy. Aaron came to bed asked me if I was crazy (for having blankets on). “You’re like a furnace!” I felt Aaron’s skin. It felt rather cold. Had he just been frolicking in a refrigerator. I felt mine. Next to Aaron’s, mine felt like the sand at the beach on a stinking hot day. You have to run on it because if you leave your foot down too long in one spot, it hurts. Yep, I had a fever. I didn’t sleep well at all, with all the coughing and feeling like I was trying to sleep in an ice chest even though my skin was burning up to touch. After I fed Hannah, I’d had enough and turned to the panadol (ok, cheap pharmacy brand imitation) for some relief. An hour later I woke up feeling like I was in the desert. I kicked off all the blankets and felt my skin. Phew, I was normal again. I didn’t feel well when I woke up, I was still achy and felt like I just wanted to lay down, so I asked Aaron to stay home from work so he could look after Hannah. Awesome husband that he is, he did, and I laid in bed all day long (except when Hannah wanted booby of course).

I went to the doctor the next day as my cough was worse and I still would have a fever if I wasn’t popping fake panadol (FYI, they are fine to take when breast feeding, no need to call CPS on me). Ew, I have bronchitis. The doc gave me some antibiotics (again, also ok to take while breastfeeding…), and I’m feeling much better now, but still have the obnoxious cough, and still feel like my windpipe is trying to escape through my mouth.

I always thought that chocolate, or ice cream was a good treat, but Hannah has found this week, that toes make a tasty treat. Last week she found her feet, but this week, she has been enjoying trying to eat them. I wonder what they taste like? I bet ice cream and chocolate taste better. Ok, I don’t need to wonder what they taste like, I lightly bite her toes all the time, she thinks it’s funny (they don’t taste like anything in case you are wondering).

She also thinks it’s hilarious to blow raspberries while I feed her. Not while she’s having booby, but while she is having her proper food. I put it in her mouth, and “ppppphhhhffff,” I’m showered in food. She grins cheekily. Cheeky little monkey. I probably shouldn’t have laughed the first time she did it, but it was pretty funny. I think I encouraged her. My bad.

Grandma has her bet on that Hannah will be crawling at Christmas time. Since she has all this new found tummy time (since she puts herself on her tummy every time you put her down), she has discovered that she can push herself up off her elbows, have her arms straight, with her hands still on the floor. She then kicks her little feet like she really wants to go somewhere, and tries to pull herself along the floor. Look out everyone, Hannah may soon be mobile. Our flat is so not ready for that! I think we will have to buy a play pen.

Freak Cartoon, Sick, Horrible Mommy, Rice cereal, and Dreamfeeds

There’s nothing on TV on Sunday mornings. Hannah was having a nap, and we like to have some constant noise so she doesn’t get used to napping in silence (we don’t want to have to tip toe around the house while she is napping!). We settled on the Sunday morning cartoons. My how they have changed since I was a kid! There was a cute lion and lioness, walking upright, the lioness wearing an apron. All seemed well until the lioness said (and these are the exact words) “We have the house to ourselves, and I’m still in H-E-A-T….” while suggestively kissing her lion husband and looking at him seductively. Seriously, is there ANY reason why something like that needs to be in a child’s cartoon?? How on earth did that get past editing, then why would the network agree to put it on tv, and what sort of freak show pervert draws and writes that in the first place. I mean really, it was so unnecessary. When I was little, I watched cartoons about a little bird who “taut he taw a puddy tat.” What has the world come to??

I wanted to put the washing out, so i put a towel on the ground and laid Hannah on her back while I pegged out the washing. I’d turn to check on her every few items, but when I turned, she was on her tummy, halfway off the towel!! She was quite chuffed with herself. I picked her up and she gave me the biggest, most accomplished grin. Of course she wouldn’t do it again though, not while mommy was watching!!

The next day she rolled on our bed twice, but this time from her tummy to her back. Clever girl!

Lately Hannah has been getting up twice during the night, making me into somewhat of a zombie. I have gotten used to only waking once, or not at all, so I decided that I would figure out a way to make her only get up once. First on my new plan: Don’t let her nap past 4pm. Sometimes she has a late nap but then wants to get up for the day at 4am. This isn’t usually a problem, but once in a while she refuses to sleep during the day and then wants a late nap. I can’t really blame, her, playing is so much more fun then sleeping!! Second part of New Plan: dream feed at 9pm. What is a dream feed you ask?? Simple, I went into Bubba’s room at 9pm, picked her up without unwrapping her, and put her straight on to my boob. She doesn’t actually wake up, but has a full feed while she is half asleep. Of course I was secretly hoping she wouldn’t wake up at all after taking such measures, but she only woke up once, so I deemed the whole exercise a success.

Monday morning Hannah wasn’t quite herself. She didn’t want to eat much, was lethargic, and had disturbingly bright green poos. Think Kermit the frog, and that is the right colour. I took her temperature and found it was 38 degrees (Celsius that is). Just a slight fever. She cried most of the morning. She didn’t even want to play, which is so unlike her. Since she was a bit lethargic, I thought it would be the perfect time to cut her nails. She usually flails about, making it rather difficult. Wow, it has never been so easy before! I must have gotten a bit too confident. She let out a huge painful cry, similar to the one I’ve only heard once, when she got her shots. Her tiny little thumb was bleeding. I cut her. I felt like the worst mom in the world. I cut my little baby. She cried for about 5 minutes, but I cuddled her the whole time. I felt so bad. At least she forgot for a moment that she didn’t feel the best.

She still wasn’t feeling well that afternoon, so I took her to the doctor. The doc took her temp (which was now normal), and checked her heartbeat, in her ears, in her mouth, etc. She looked fine. Doc thought it was probably a bug of some sort. It is common for little girls to get urinary tract infections as their poo has a tendency to go everywhere, including their poor little baby bits. Doc gave me 2 specimen cups to go home and catch her wee with. Doc also told me if she gets any worse, bring her back in or go to emergency if it’s the middle of the night.

Tuesday morning she was looking and feeling much better. She smiled at me and wanted to play when she woke up. I had to complete my urine catching mission first though. Now, it’s much easier to catch urine on little boys. You just have to attach a bag thing to his boyhood and wait (this is what one of the girls told me when her little boy had to be tested for a UTI). With girls on the other hand, you need to be a bit more patient, and employ your cat-like reflexes. I laid her out on her changing mat, nappy off, collection cup in hand, lid unscrewed but still sitting on it so as not to contaminate the future specimen, and waited. It didn’t take very long, she always pees when she has her nappy off. I used my said cat-like reflexes and, kept hold of the yellow lid in one hand, and like lightning, pressed the cup below the stream of pee. Success! Urine collected. Not a lot, but hey, babies don’t pee a lot anyway. It was enough. FYI, she doesn’t have a UTI, and is fine now.

We weren’t going to start Hannah on solids until she was at least 5 months, but, she had her first rice cereal (with booby milk) on Saturday. She was fussing at the beginning of all of her feeds for the last few weeks, so I took her to the early childhood centre to see the baby nurse. She recommend I introduce solids. They are not in any way to replace the breast milk, they are just for something a little extra. We don’t give it to her until after she has had a full meal of breast milk, and then she only has about a teaspoon. The first time we gave it to her, she didn’t really know what to do. She held it in her mouth for a little bit, made a funny face, then swallowed it. Most of it ended up all over her face. Not because she spat it out, but because she had never had a spoon in her mouth before and didn’t really know what to do. She had some for the third time this morning and has started opening her mouth in anticipation. Next weekend we can introduce some mashed potato (with booby milk). You are supposed to introduce bland vegetables before fruits, and only introduce something new every 7 days.