Well, after the previous night's little adventure, Sunday could only be an improvement, surely?
We woke up a little later than normal, a small blessing as a result of a certain person's late bedtime. We had anticipated that Olivia would probably have woken in the night for a feed, but apparently not. So she would surely be ravenous come breakfast time. Well, not quite. She took five of her normal six ounce feed. Good enough, we thought; she'll not come to any harm on that.
Except that every subsequent bottle that she was given, Olivia seemed disinterested after just a couple of ounces, and not only that, was taking about as long as it would normally take her to finish the whole thing. She seemed to be favouring one side of her mouth. 'Oh ho!' we thought, 'Teething!' She seemed fine in herself, however. In fact, she's discovered the most delightful new noises, a series of coos and warbles that make her sound a little like one of the Clangers. It's lovely to watch her get to grips with these joyous new sounds, and it just makes us smile to hear it.
In the afternoon I took her out, as I often do, to give K___ a few hours off. We went to see Nana (or rather Great Nana now, since my mother has become Olivia's Nana). Great Nana was wearing woolly gloves, which I noted immediately, since it was quite a warm day, with low cloud cover making it feel close. Olivia seemed to be on great form. She was making her new noise and generally being quite entertaining and Great Nana seemed very happy to see her namesake.
Then we set off to my parents, just a short buggy ride away. Well, for Olivia; I had to push (she's very selfish sometimes - it's so babyish). On the journey round, Olivia fell asleep. All right for those not stuck pushing the buggy, isn't it? At my folks, she stayed asleep for another twenty five minutes or so. Upon waking, the chirpy girl who had entertained her Great Nana was gone. This one was sullen and whingy. I changed her nappy, but that didn't seem to improve matters and Nana and Grandpa didn't manage to get even the most miserly smile from her. It was about the right time, so I tried her bottle.
It normally takes Olivia about ten to fifteen minutes to do a six ounce bottle. After half an hour, she had just about managed two. She kept pushing the teat over to one side or pushing the bottle away. It seemed as though she was sucking the teat, but she must have just been mouthing it. In the end I just gave up. Cue a load of tears from Madam. It was no fun for my folks, so I packaged her up and took her home. For the remainder of the day she refused to take more than a couple of ounces per bottle and had LOTS of very runny nappies. She seemed so alert and okay in herself (for the most part), we weren't too sure how concerned we ought to be about dehydration. In the end, we phoned NHS Direct and spoke to a nurse. She established that Olivia's mouth was moist and her eyes were bright and there was still wee in her nappies and that her fontanelle wasn't sunken and said that as long as there was a wet nappy every six to eight hours, it wasn't too serious, but we needed to keep an eye on it.
As K___ would be visiting the health clinic to get Olivia weighed on the following day, there wasn't anything too pressing to worry about.
We woke up a little later than normal, a small blessing as a result of a certain person's late bedtime. We had anticipated that Olivia would probably have woken in the night for a feed, but apparently not. So she would surely be ravenous come breakfast time. Well, not quite. She took five of her normal six ounce feed. Good enough, we thought; she'll not come to any harm on that.
Except that every subsequent bottle that she was given, Olivia seemed disinterested after just a couple of ounces, and not only that, was taking about as long as it would normally take her to finish the whole thing. She seemed to be favouring one side of her mouth. 'Oh ho!' we thought, 'Teething!' She seemed fine in herself, however. In fact, she's discovered the most delightful new noises, a series of coos and warbles that make her sound a little like one of the Clangers. It's lovely to watch her get to grips with these joyous new sounds, and it just makes us smile to hear it.
In the afternoon I took her out, as I often do, to give K___ a few hours off. We went to see Nana (or rather Great Nana now, since my mother has become Olivia's Nana). Great Nana was wearing woolly gloves, which I noted immediately, since it was quite a warm day, with low cloud cover making it feel close. Olivia seemed to be on great form. She was making her new noise and generally being quite entertaining and Great Nana seemed very happy to see her namesake.
Then we set off to my parents, just a short buggy ride away. Well, for Olivia; I had to push (she's very selfish sometimes - it's so babyish). On the journey round, Olivia fell asleep. All right for those not stuck pushing the buggy, isn't it? At my folks, she stayed asleep for another twenty five minutes or so. Upon waking, the chirpy girl who had entertained her Great Nana was gone. This one was sullen and whingy. I changed her nappy, but that didn't seem to improve matters and Nana and Grandpa didn't manage to get even the most miserly smile from her. It was about the right time, so I tried her bottle.
It normally takes Olivia about ten to fifteen minutes to do a six ounce bottle. After half an hour, she had just about managed two. She kept pushing the teat over to one side or pushing the bottle away. It seemed as though she was sucking the teat, but she must have just been mouthing it. In the end I just gave up. Cue a load of tears from Madam. It was no fun for my folks, so I packaged her up and took her home. For the remainder of the day she refused to take more than a couple of ounces per bottle and had LOTS of very runny nappies. She seemed so alert and okay in herself (for the most part), we weren't too sure how concerned we ought to be about dehydration. In the end, we phoned NHS Direct and spoke to a nurse. She established that Olivia's mouth was moist and her eyes were bright and there was still wee in her nappies and that her fontanelle wasn't sunken and said that as long as there was a wet nappy every six to eight hours, it wasn't too serious, but we needed to keep an eye on it.
As K___ would be visiting the health clinic to get Olivia weighed on the following day, there wasn't anything too pressing to worry about.
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