Jasmine Stalker-Firth

I have been feeling so ill. I didn’t realise how ill I felt until today when I woke up and felt a bit better. That didn’t last long as I had to go to the hospital to get some bloods done, but it was great as there wasn’t much of a queue so I was soon home and back on the settee.

Neil has been a total star (as always) and took over dialysis duties when I couldn’t even stay awake and had to go to bed. And I had to miss out on meeting Barbara and Andy for pre-Christmas drinks which was sad. Being pregnant, there wasn’t much I could take to help myself get better so I have been drinking hot lemonade which I just thought was a nice drink my mum gave us when we were little and ill but it really works. I have also being doing lots of neti which makes a big difference, even if it isn’t very attractive (here is that neti video demo again because it makes me laugh).

Jasmine has had a cough too, following the bug she had last week, but she has kept on drinking her milk and chewing on things and just coughed now and again. She hasn’t complained about it so I am hoping it hasn’t felt too bad for her. She has been sleeping a bit more than usual and hasn’t been eating many solids. But she has been her usual smiley, singing self, which is just lovely. Apparently, it is ‘normal’ that her appetite comes and goes in the same way that her desire to drink her milk does.

So, we are just about ready for Christmas. Tomorrow we have to go and buy Neil some turkey – my quorn roast is in the freezer – and more parsnips since we ate all the other ones. And then we will ice the Christmas Cake.

I thought about putting up a festive picture of my red nose – but I didn’t really look like Rudolph so I decided on the extra cute photo of Jasmine and all her presents.

Jasmine and I (well mainly Jasmine) have invented a new game together. When I sing, ‘If you are happy and you know it clap your hands’, Jasmine squeals and holds my hands and then she leans forward and puts her face in my hands, and then I shout, ‘Bus driver’ (as in ‘Bus driver, open the doors’) and she laughs and then we do that over and over and over until Neil wants a go.

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