hold fast

Last night was less exciting. Still a lot of poo, but thankfully all contained. Had amusing conversations with the mums on the ward about who had come to look after #sickbaby during the day. It basically went, "One of them was very white (Danyelle, Texan, blonde and just slightly less pale than I am) and the other two were not white at all. (Gina and Michelle, who are Korean-Americans)" Bless them. Brought my duvet with me (no Paddington cover, their heads would have exploded...)  caused all manner of confusion as they're not really a thing here. "What is that?! What do you call it?! Did you get it here?! Can I touch it?!" In related topics, if anyone knows the Spanish for duvet, please let me know. (I believe the American for duvet is comforter, if you're confused. Thank you Big Bang Theory.) I slept through his six o'clock bottle, which the others are amazed by because about it was freezing. Despite the fact that we ha...

So, this little guy ended up in the hospital.  This photo was taken after he did a naughty thing while getting his temperature taken, read on for the story. I took the night duty, since everyone else was doing things this morning, and I wasn't. (I missed out on ice cream to be there, so let it never be said I am not committed to the children.)  It was just filled with all sort of weird. I thought I'd fill you all in. Firstly, the taxi driver who took me to the hospital asked me to translate an Abba medley for him. H e had given me a really good price, so I obliged. (For all those interested parties, I told him I didn't know what 'voulez-vous' meant, translated Money, Money, Money and then just said, "mostly they're singing about men".) You cannot enter the wards with food. They literally checked my bag. They took a bottle of Coke and a bag of crisps to "look after". I was as shocked as you are that they were still th...