I am going to go back a bit before I look forward.
While I was in hospital, Tony had to put Imogen down to bed awake, because mummy was not there to feed and cuddle her to sleep. I knew all along that this was making a rod for my own back but I loved the cuddles and they are small for so long that I didn't mind.
This resulted in her screaming for, I have been told, 30 minutes the first night, 15 the following and then 5 or less. This remained the same when I came out of hospital both times.
Now I am feeling the pain. Since I came out of hospital and even more since we came back from Somerset Imogen has not settled. As I type she has been upstairs screaming for nearly an hour, I have been and resettled her, Tony has been and resettled her, we have left her. This is becoming a pattern. I want to break it. I have googled controlled crying which is what we are trying, I don't like it and even less because it is keeping Isaac awake but we are at the end of our tether. I cannot physically sit and cuddle her anymore. I did this at Beautiful Days in a camping chair and was dosed up on paracetamol. I cannot continue to dose of paracetamol just to get Imogen to sleep.
If anyone has any ideas please share them below.
Anyway looking forward to tomorrow...
I have to confess, I have misplaced the letter confirming the time of the appointment. It is either 2pm or 2.30pm. Either way we have enlisted the services of our childminder from 1.30.
I have a list of questions as long as my arm, most of which I hope will be answered in the course of the consultation, but I must write them down so I can eliminate them as we talk.
I hope to blog tomorrow after the consultation and will update you all then.
..... As an aside Imogen is still screaming, I have been up to see here, she is now sitting on our bed while Daddy ignores her to allow Isaac to go to sleep....
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This blog started as an online diary and place for me to rant about annoyances in my family.
However since July it has become a place for me to catalogue and express my views and opinions on the treatment I have recieved following the diagnosis of a potentially cancerous tumor in my bowel.
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October 15th 2013 I was diagnosed with peritoneal disease and liver metastases. The cancer was back and this time it is inoperable.
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My little man is still upstairs calling out for me so may not be best at giving advice. Tried crying thing with mine but used to make eldest sick. My sister sufferer similar after her hospital visits and told me to explain where I was going,sounds daft but after a week it worked. 1st i'd say "Ollie I'm just going to make a cup of tea and i'll be back" Then I'd boil the kettle come back up. "mummy's just tiding up next door." Pop out come back. "Mummy's going downstairs to drink my tea". Night night Then I'd go down and the 1st couple of nights there were tears. On the 4th night he said "night mum, go and have your tea."! Think its all about trust. They need to know, where you are and that your coming back. Now if I'm not there hubby say "mummy's just gone out but will be back when you wake." So far it seems to work..... Good Luck! X
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