Week 3

I have decided that after three weeks of being spica parents, we've earnt the right for a small vent... just a small one, and just because we are dog tired, but be warned ...

Being a spica parent is hard. Of course we are thanking the universe for all the good things that are happening in our lives.  The way Boo has adapted to her cast.  That a dislocated hip is not life threatening and is fixable.  That Boo is so young she won't even remember any of this.

But here's some realities for you...

1. Boo stinks - literally.  Of course we can't get her cast wet, so she gets a a sponge bath from her chest up, and a hair wash.  But imagine wearing tight fitting clothes and not washing for three weeks, gross.  The truth is that my beautiful princess pongs.
2. Boo is contipated.  Because she's not moving around, her digestive system isn't at it's best.  Constipation and a tight cast = a very unsettled and unhappy Boo.
3. Boo is not sleeping very well.  Which means Mama and Dada are not sleeping well, which in turn leads to a tired grump spiral especially when you add in points 1 and 2 above. 
4. People look at us funny in the street.  We're so tired we probably look like P addicts so I thought perhaps I should hang a sign around Boo's neck saying 'My Mama and Dada didn't hurt me, I've just got a bung hip"
5. Boo is getting frustrated.  Although she's adapted well, she still wants to be busy and play with J.  Instead she has taken to pointing and squealing.  Add a little of this to point 3 above and you have a lovely recipe for a happy family.

Nine weeks to go and counting...