Comforters

Daddy and Eve out for a stroll on one of their mornings together

It's so great being able to share information online.  I love writing this blog in the hope that some of our experiences, good or bad will help someone out there.  It's great when it happens the other way round too. After my last post about Eve's sleep a friend messaged me to say that I should get her a soft fleece blanket that she could use as a comforter when she's in bed.

As I mentioned, we've been giving her a muslin prior to that in bed so I thought I'd give the fleece a try for sure.  I looked online but wasn't that blown away by what I saw, so I dashed into town on my lunch break this week and popped into Primarni (always best to go there during the week, Saturdays just don't bare thinking about).  I bought a really lovely, soft fleece blanket for £4. Fairly simple in a pink colour with white polka dots and a small embroidered logo.  It is a good size - not too big, which some of the ones I saw online were.

There are so many styles of fleece out there and because they're a micro-fibre are pretty cheap to buy.

Eve has taken to her new fleece blanket very well. That night I picked her up from nursery and she was crying already, just in a vest, soaked in drool and not looking well at all.  I know the staff at the nursery are good and look after her well, I just always think that they don't give her medicine in good time.  They always seem to leave it until it's too late and she's in mega pain.  I suppose it's difficult for them as she is not their child and they are still getting to know her.  As a parent, the 'when do I administer medicine' saga gets easier and easier over time. The early days were crazy, whilst she screamed waiting for the medicine to work.  Now Sam and I are on it and can tell as soon as she looks under the weather and don't bash an eyelid about giving her a spoonful.

I carried her home up the hill going absolutely ballistic.  I could tell she was in agony but there wasn't anything I could do as I was laden with bags, it was dark and cold so I couldn't really stop.  She writhed around in the sling as I tried to tell her that we'd be home in a few minutes.  As I approached the Co-op the bottom of my bag broke and everything I was carrying fell on the pavement - one of 'those' moments you really don't need.  Poor Eve was still screaming and people were looking at us. Thankfully a lovely builder chap came over and picked up my stuff for me.  He nipped into the shop and grabbed a carrier bag and helped me put everything into it.  Phew! These are the things that put your faith back into humanity.

Hurrah for friendship!

That night even though Eve was ill she really didn't sleep too well and was hugging on to her fleece.

The last couple of nights have been the same.  She's woken up, but hasn't drunk much, just likes to cuddle up to me holding on to her blanket.  One time with Sam she just stayed in the cot whilst he rubbed her back and she fell asleep again.  So, dearest Torgo, thank you for your good advise! It seems like such a small thing but seems to be making a big difference.

I suppose the main thing that had kind've put me off getting any kind of blanket for Eve was the fact that I've always been strict that nothing is ever in her cot except her musical seahorse (she wears a sleeping bag in bed).  Now that she's older I can see that it's ok now.  It's difficult to stop seeing your child as a little baby sometimes.