Ma has just gone home - she arrived on Monday, exuded support and common sense, helped me divide our book collection in half, fed us lasagne and wrangled Leo whilst we slept.
We have been to look at a few houses and have found one that would be very suitable. However, there is someone looking at it next week with a view to purchase ... . If they don't make an offer, it will be ours to rent. There are also another two pretty decent possibilities that we still have to look at.
Leo had his third set of baby immunisations this afternoon. About an hour afterwards he developed a severe, scary swelling-type rash all over his face and body, with swollen eyelids so bad that he couldn't open his eyes; started pulling at his head and screaming violently; and vomited repeatedly over both of us.
I have never spent a whole hour experiencing such an high level of terror in my entire life.
B rang the doctor, who basically said 'wait it out'. Which we've done. Leo has dozed off, the rash has turned blotchy and he can open his eyes. I've just been up to check on him and he half woke up, wanted a cuddle and threw up again all over me.
I am having quite severe tightenings and Braxtons whenever I do anything more exciting that sit still.
We're okay, more or less, but I am going to bed.