I’d written off today before it even began, when I woke at 6.30 and realized that Adrian the Master Boob Sucker hadn’t nursed since midnight, had a totally dry nappy, and was even then uninterested in drinking more than a few sips of water. I roused him again at 7 for a few more sips. When he was no more willing to drink at 7.30 I started worrying for real and seriously thinking about hospitalization. I forced him awake and gave him an hour to make up his mind. Luckily he was now willing to drink and gradually perked up, and even ate some breakfast.

I can’t remember having been so relieved to see an ordinary wet nappy as I was today at 10.30.

And by the afternoon he was… well, not his usual self, but normally unwell rather worryingly so. Ingrid and I even went out skating. So the day wasn’t a total loss after all.