I think we are over the worst of it now. The dribbling has lessened and he's a little more alert. Sunday night was the worst and I took him in my arms at midnight and jumped into the spare bed and held onto him while patting his back through until 6.30am.
The painkillers don't seem to do their job and he won;t let us get near his mouth - no water, no milk, absolutely no food. Wow, feels like a storm came through our house and wiped away any sense of peace or feeling that we are doing the right thing for our little one year old with the big blue eyes.
Monday at work after two hours of sleep was interesting...
Last night he slept through, but I think it was a fitful sleep - I could hear him cry then fall back to sleep. We are off to childcare now - not sure how long he will last but he seems to be smiling and happy, though still a little dribbly.
Water, custard and milk are back on his menu, and this Mum's heart is feeling a little less broken.
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