One and a half days after the operation...
At 2am this morning I was woken up by what sounded like a water pistol being fired in the little guy's cot. I could hear a liquid substance being sprayed at high speed against some kind of surface and for a moment I wondered what it was.
Then I smelt it.
Then the farty noises started.
Oh.
I spent the rest of the day changing nappies full of watery green slime, requesting clean sheets and getting increasingly worried. “He's probably picked up a bug,” the doctors said, sending a nappy off to be tested by some poor unfortunate lab rat. The nurses moved us into an isolation room, just in case.
When he started vomiting I panicked even more. Should that even be possible now? He was heaving for minutes at a time, his stomach contorting violently and all he brought up was a mouthful of milk and… a small spot of blood.
Worried.
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