Icky and antsy and anxious

Sunday today. Jazzie seemed better yesterday but today conjunctivitis spread to left eye and fever returned, though not as severe as 2 days ago. Appetite still not as healthy as normal, and she's less enthusiastic about veggie slush than ever. Anxious parents resorted to cooking each meal fresh and still not hesitating to leave said veggie slush to one side at first indication of refusal and ladle out lashings of porridge if it meant the bub would eat and be happy.

Lots and lots and lots of yelping today. Lots and lots and lots of eye goo (or iGoo if you are Steve Jobs). Lots and lots and lots of cuddles and carrying the bub. Arms ache, back aches, neck aches. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

There was quite a bit of unspoken tension between mummy and daddy about what to do tomorrow. She seemed fairly well this morning, so it was all - should we send her to nursery? What if they want to send her home? Who shouldn't go to work? We were both prepared to compromise but that, combined with the bub's generally being quite unwell plus watching Arsenal go 1 goal down at home to premiership laggards Wigan was making me feel very very icky and antsy and anxious.

Then Arsenal clawed back a 2-1 win in the last 10 mins.

And our guardian angel arrived in the form of grandma who had dropped everything and drove about 200 miles in record time (don't want to think how fast) to stay with us for the next couple of days and look after Jazzie so we can both work and know the bub is in good hands.

I said it was like batman answering the bat signal. Dp said "more like old-bat signal".
And despite myself, I nearly wet myself laughing.