On Thursday he ate dinner for the first time in a week. About 20 mins later it was like someone had flicked a switch and he was back and playful. It didn't last long before he was tired but it was good to see. He is still tired and sleeping more than usual, but I think he's on the mend.
|He could still look cute though, even when he was ill.|
His eating habits have also changed. He is still not eating properly, and actually wants you to spoon feed him a lot of the time. Foods that he used to love he now wont touch. It is interesting though, that when I sought advice on what to give him the general consensus was let him choose and it will stay down. This absolutely worked. On the day he vomited he wanted banana and dry biscuit, then he moved on to yoghurt, and since he had his cold he has eaten so many oranges. It all makes sense with what science tells us that we need, and I have always believed that the body knows, but it is amazing to see it so obviously in child who has not been taught any of these things yet.
He has also been breastfeeding heaps. The night before he was ill, he wanted each breast three times. I started to think that perhaps my supply was down and that maybe I should be giving him other milk at night. In fact I did fetch him a cup of milk that night, but he wasn't interested. I am guessing now that something within him knew he needed all the help he could get with what lay ahead. During his illness he had days where he was almost exclusively breast fed. I was encouraging that too as he was in danger of dehydrating for a while. I even woke him to feed him at night a few times on one of his worst days when he had only one wet nappy in 24 hours. As a result, he seems to have gotten a taste for it again. He is still feeding a lot - at least six times a day I would say - we were down to two or three.
|BB's new favourite activity - walking mummy's slippers!|
Still, despite everything, we went ahead anyway, with inseminations on Friday and Sunday. I'm not holding out much hope, but I couldn't give up the small chance we may have. So, now, once again, here I am in the 2WW!
To continue with the 'against all odds' theme that surrounds this particular attempt at TTC, DD got stranded on his way home. Having stayed here until after BB was in bed last night to give us the closest possible time to O day, he headed home on his motorcycle. Although the weather was fine here, just down the road it began to snow. He made it half way before the conditions got so bad he had to stop and check into a hotel over night. If we do get lucky, it will be a really determined child I think!
Of course I'll keep you posted, though I am going to try not to think about it too much. It's always hard thought isn't it, not to see every little thing as a 'sign'.