Yesterday’s lack of fuss just lulled us all into a false sense of security. Today Ingrid had lots more spots, proper fever, her worst night ever, and all the other stuff that goes with serious illness.

Among the good news, she didn’t mind sitting in the pushchair and was in fact happier there than in the baby carrier. Less warm and itchy, maybe? She even leaned back and rested in the pushchair and finally fell asleep for a while – I cannot even remember the last time she did that. Must be months ago.

A clear sign of sickness: she just sat in the bathtub instead of crawling around, and by the end of her bath time some of the bottles were still standing on the ledge. I think she liked being in the bath, though.