It's taken us 4 years but we finally had Olly christened, it hasn't helped that his godfather lives in Dubai, so getting him over hasn't been the easiest task. However, in the end it worked in our favour and we were able to get our munchkins christened together. Perfect.
And that's what it was; a perfect day. The weather was beautiful, those important to us were there, the children behaved and the Reverend introduced me to my new favourite hymn; a chant with bongo drums!
We were fortunate enough to have friends and family travel from near and far to spend the day with us. As mentioned, Olly's godfather and his fiancé Sam flew in from Dubai for the weekend. It was an express visit and we tried to spend as much time with them as possible. After the christening reception, they came back to our house to gauge on left over cake and chill out before they headed back to the land of sand the next day.
As the evening crept in, the bear didn't quite seem himself, he was burning up, very sleepy and very clingy. He didn't even want to open his cards and presents. It wasn't long after our guests had left that he vomited all over our bed. Like a tap that wouldn't switch off it just kept coming. I hate sick, detest it. In my younger years I'd have rather have been ill for days than be physically sick. Now here I find myself running towards it hands cupped trying to catch it.
Rules of school say 48 hours off from the last bout of sickness. I bet Lightening was thanking her lucky stars following the end of last week. So Monday and Tuesday he spent the majority of time sleeping. On the Wednesday I packed him up ready to go back to school, he seemed to have improved Tuesday afternoon and evening. But by lunch time I had received a call to collect him. We visited the GP Thursday morning and he had Friday off too. He had a viral infection and was generally exhausted, he just needed rest and lots of TLC.
Wednesday saw Nancy tag team Olly and join the sick club. She showered me in projectile vomit, literally everywhere. I stood dripping with sick in the kitchen as the hubs just stood there and watched. I had to get changed on the spot and when I went to the bathroom I had a big sploge in my hair, looked very similar to that scene in the film "There's something about Mary" it was horrible. Luckily by Friday Nancy was pretty much back to normal.
The hubs came home ill on Thursday too. He's still training for his marathon which is on 25th October. His immune system is pretty low with all the training he is doing and he's not really giving himself enough time to recover. As he works in professional sport he was told to keep away until he was better as they couldn't afford for the players to catch what he had as he works so closely.
Now he doesn't like me talking about him on here, I don't know why, I'm not even sure that many people read it! But in short over the weekend he got progressively worse and by Monday was hospitalised. Very scary. Lots of wires, lots of tests, lots of terms being thrown around, CT scans, Lumber Punctures, Blood tests, Morphine, Anti Sickness drips.
After a number of days in hospital I was glad to bring him home! He's now back to marathon training and has the big day this Sunday! He is aiming for under 3 hours and is raising money for Autism Awareness in Derby. I am super proud of him! He never fails to amaze me with his can do mentally.... Good Luck Mr H!xxx
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