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MY throat infection...

Jack is on the mend! Hooray! He's eating well, and even going back to the breast, so long as he's either asleep or there is NOTHING more interesting to distract him

However... now I have it. And it's no wonder the poor little guy was so upset. It's really nasty. My throat is swollen and sore, cold drinks are murder. I have sores on my gums, tongue and cheeks. Food tastes of nothing but that doesn't matter because I don't want any.

I've been to the docs, feeling stupid for asking for help for a sore throat, but if we're going to be visiting my sister-in-law and her kiddies I want to make sure I'm not still carrying this. I don't think Rachel would thank me for giving it to little Alex! Chris & Nick wouldn't be much fun with it either.

But back to Jack (who is my favourite topic of conversation). He's back in his own room again now. Last night he would probably have slept through the whole night had I not woken up at 4.30 for a pee, seen the time and freaked out thinking 'OMG HE'S DEAD!' and checked on him. He was sleeping soundly, but I took the opportunity to give him a dream feed for 25 mins. He slept until gone 7.30!!! And again would have slept on if this time Yorkie hadn't been the one to freak out and check on him! I went to give him another feed but he was too interested in us having a chat to stay on so I brought him down stairs. He had another go at feeding for a while and then has his rusk. His cheeks and nose are still a little red and spotty and his bum hasn't fully healed yet - but looks loads better for his titanium butt cream.

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