Poorly baby...

We've spent the majority of this week in hospital with Kendal - he was admitted after I was worried about his temps early Monday evening. I was half expecting to be sent home as a 'fuss pot', but it turned out that the little fella has had a very nasty UTI.

He was fed antibiotics through a drip, attached to his skull for the last three/four days, and now that he's home, we've got to carry on giving him the antibiotics orally with a syringe for the next six months or so.

He's had a number of kidney scans, to ensure that there hasn't been any lasting damage, but these will need to be followed up in three months time.

All in all, it's been a very hectic couple of weeks. And the poor little fella is only fifteen days old today!

I'm now about to drag myself off for a bath - I'm knackered, I literally didn't sleep a wink the whole time we were in hospital - and since being home the little 'un isn't feeding properly, we're literally having to wake him up in order to feed him... otherwise he'd sleep right through, which would make him even more poorly.

When will the fun start?