Greeting maternal type human creatures. Sir Reginald
Liverpants-Fluffybottom IV filling in for the redheaded cyclone known as
Naomi.
Today, we did gird our lions and sally forth to Dr.D, our friendly
specialist in the field of storks and cabbage patches. Apparently
everything is within acceptable parameters. The cough is a throat
irritation and is excepted to calm within the week. If it doesn't well,
no word on what will happen if it doesn't...hurm..LOOK OVER THERE A
FLYING PURPLE RHINO. Not really, what was the question again?
Instructions were to keep up the fluids, imbibe a bit of cough syrup,
knock off the codeine [for fears of constipation] and don't worry about
the nausea too much, baby can survive quite nicely on the fat.
Naomi must be getting better thought, for she ate a full lunch and
didn't throw it up, not even once. She even got stuck back into the
nesting, sneaking around behind my totally oblivious back [to say
nothing of how oblivious my front was] and set the house back to Clean
& Organised™. She still is experiencing quite nasty headaches and
the coughing has not ceased. We were ordered to bring the child and
it's carrier back to the specialist this Saturday. I'll keep you all
posted.
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