Poor poorly baby

Baby Clara is poorly. Her nose is runny, she neezes snot at regular intervals, and last night was a crying, wriggling, wailing challenge. Her little feverish feet were like branding irons on me in the night.

I think we'll cancel plans on going to a dinner party tonight. She won't be any sicker in the pram by the dinner table than she would at home I suppose, but it really doesn't feel fair to drag her out in her condition. We'll stay at home instead and cuddle her well again. Feed her gallons of breastmilk loaded with antibodies and hope she's better tomorrow.

Oh, and Cousin Vera comes back from her Queensland travels this evening too!