Not quite the weekend....

It's not a nice feeling t0 end the weekend at the the casualty with a howling child at 2AM . Which is precisely what happened. After a decent saturday and better sunday where we thought V was getting better, we were back to square one last night. The virus just refuses to go away!

At 3 AM , TB and me are driving back from the hospital and wondering to ourselves the drastic change that one 1.2 metre person is making to our life. TB would have otherwise killed anyone who woke him up during his sleep.....all it took yesterday was one feeble" mummee" to get us jump out of bed, ready for any adversity.

V is bored with himself, with TV , with having to lie down and generally with everything around. All he wants is to is go out and play, and eat jelly and mixture. Can't let him do any of those, at least for now.
And i hate to see him look so low, hate to see him lose that 1 kg accumulated over last six months, and can't live through his tears.