Gilty

We took a trip to the doctors today after another rough night for Little D and it turns out he's got another chest infection, wee soul. I feel guilty that he's had to suffer all weekend while we've been away but at least he's got some antibiotics to shift the infection now.

Seems there's nothing like a mother's love when it comes to illness and even Daddy and Miss A's cuddles are being shunned by Little D. The sound of Little D calling 'mummy, mummy, mummy' echoed round the house all day. It's lovely that I can be a comfort to him, just means I can't do anything else at all. So, it was a very quiet, clingy and cuddle-filled day.