To poo or not to poo that is the question

After the second visit to the swimming pool the other week, which ended unsuccessfully with one very grumpy Louie screaming, I decided to purchase a very dapper wetsuit for my little chap. This my friends is a godsend! I'm slightly annoyed that I hadn't thought about it earlier to prevent the chaos that unfolded the previous week. Who would have thought that they'd make such mini, teeny weenie swimming cossies for babies - god bless www.amazon.co.uk and www.solesupfront.com. Louie the fashion guru extrodinaire now gets to float around in his cosy and stylish wetsuit - quite the trend setter I think you'll agree :)

Thursday was the impending doom that was in the form of 2 giant needles. Yes thats right, Louie's second lot of injections. Steven couldn't attend this appointment *gulp*, so who do I call in as back up...mother of course! Good old mumsy would hold the little man down whilst they stabbed him. Ok, so its not quite as dramatic as that but I find the whole ordeal traumatic. Mum initially said I was being soft, then after experiencing the bottom lip wobbling and high pitched squeek/squeel that came from him I think she is now on Team Holly for not wanting to be involved in injections again. Can't believe that there's another lot in a few weeks :( On the plus side, Thursday also saw the long awaited arrival of the lovely Katie Thompson (bestest bud from way back when) and the first introduction to Louie. Theres always a silver lining I guess to a crappy day!

After much persuasion I managed to get Mumsy to consider having a more reliable and prectical car now that she's a Nanny. Yesterday we went on a journey up to see the lovely Emerson Smith at www.batemans.toyota.co.uk in search of a new, shiney brum brum. You might notice I used the word persuasion, it was quite an effort to convince Mum that she needed to look at other cars and part with the silver baked bean can she currently drive. I think the icing on the cake was when we loaded up her car with me, Mum and Louie plus everything that goes with him - car seat, pram, chaging bag etc. The scene below was enough for Mumsy to commit to purchasing a new Yaris :) And yes, she does have a fetish for plastic bottles in the boot of her car. I hope she doesnt hord as much crap in the new one!

And tonight...never have I been so happy to have a poo-filled nappy! Why? Well Louie decided to go on poo-strike from 5pm Thursday and wasnt quiet about it at all - lots of grimaces, grunting, straining and crying. After countless tummy massages, knees being tucked up, cooled boiled water and cooled boiled water made that little more exotic by adding fresh orange, I gave in. At approximately 30 hours sans pooey nappy I called the NHS helpline who then got a nurse and a doctor to call me. We were told to go to the hospital for an appointment with a doctor who examined Louie. Obviously Louie was an absolute darling to the doctor, cooing and smiling without a grunt in sight. To cut a long story short the suggestion was continue with everything we were already doing and give him some Lactulose as a last resort. At approximately 72 hours and 10 minutes since the last poo we had some action! Hurrah, and I can now relax and stop worrying about shit! :)