Hospital Visit

I always look forward to friday nights, but they never seem to go the way I envisaged. Yesterday I pictured coming home from work, having dinner in front of Kid Nation and chilling out with the girls. Instead we were rushing little e to emergency, on the advice of the GP, who suspected that she was dehydrated (because she has been having recurring fevers all week). We had to try and get a wee sample in a little bottle, which as you can imagine, is not so easy with a little baby. A lot of waiting, not a lot of weeing.

We are still waiting to get the results from the test, but really it seems like a bit of a storm in a teacup, as she seems pretty much her normal self again. Better to be safe than sorry, I guess. Kind of good to get the dreaded first hospital visit out of the way too.