Shit, shite, poo, plop, brown stuff, "wing nuts" (that one from Cat) - whatever you call it we are up to our necks in it, literally. Little Aimee is still explodnig gallons of the liquid brown stuff and I am just sick of it. With her diarrhorea, the the nursery has a policy of not taking her in. So one of us has to take time off work. That in itself is not a problem. What is a problem is the not knowing when it will happen. Aimee gives off no signs of squeezing. She just sits there grinning and before you know it, there is a bad smell and all her clothes are soiled. Then there is the washing, scrubbing, soaking, disinfecting and literally shovelling off the litres ofpoo that covers her clothes. Poor Aimee, I guess it is not her fault. But it seems the nappies just can;t handle her explosive outputs.
The only plus side at least is that she appears to be completly healthy with no symptoms of dehydration of malnurishment. Her apetite is returning, albeit laced with an extreme degree of fussiness we have not seen before. But it is admitedly a struggle.
So, as usual with us Yangs. It is sleeves rolled up and all hands on the deck. I am swapping looking after my Dad shift with my Mum, sho is looking after Aimee, while Cat has to go to work. As they say, then the shit happens, it really happens big time. Let's hope Aimee recovers soon, or I will be buying shares in Biotex stain remover.
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