It’s not unknown for me to crack open a bottle at 4am. For years, 4am was considered early and if Emma (my best mate and partner in festival, holiday and drinking crime) had anything to do with it – we weren’t allowed home ANY earlier than 4am. So many a weekend I have ordered a bottle of Reef, WKD in Level at the bargain price of £1 a bottle – complete of course with a shot of Apple Sours and a Cheeky Vimto for good measure – well they are only a £1.
So you can imagine it is somewhat of a shock to the system when the bottles that I am cracking at 4am nowadays are Tommee Tippees complete with a shot of Gaviscon Infant. Bottles and sick have begun to go hand in hand and so as I mopped up the cottage cheese gloup that Emilie regurgitated at 5am the day after our return from a wonderful holiday in France – this got me to thinking of all the many different ways that my nights at 5am involved sick… and they didn’t involve Gaviscon.
Over the years I have never ‘learned my lesson’ and despite the hell ‘there’s always a next time’ and the next hangover was just around the corner.
Now as I contemplate the sanctity of sleep versus the hell of a hangover I realise – my little book of sick stories may finally have to grow up. After years of pleasing myself – festivals, concerts, holidays, backpacking, repping, university, hen nights, weddings and a million nights out in between – I have now found a different type of pleasure. My baby and my family. It’s her head that I will be holding and her sick that I will be cleaning – but I will not forget my past and the old me is still there – although smelling of baby sick and looking a lot more tired!
So from hereon-in I will begin ‘The Little Book of Sick’ I will reflect on the experiences that shaped my life and brought me to where I am today and I will reflect on how my new life has changed as I battle nappies, bottles and the dreaded reflux.
It’s poetic justice really that my baby should be a sickie baby. After all her Mum has been writing ‘The Little Book of Sick’ stories for years. So here goes… Now where is the muslin cloth?