Week 11

My sickness has all but gone. Thank goodness. I was getting a bit 'sick' and tired of it. Nothing really seemed to help. It still rears it's ugly head if I don't eat or drink enough, or if I find myself in a stuffy environment - like at work for 8 hours!

The tiredness catches up with me mainly in the evenings. By 9pm I am struggling to stay awake, so I have been heading off to bed with a book by about 8.30pm. I don't suppose the dark nights are helping much either, now we've put the clocks back. It will soon be dark by 5pm. I don't actually mind the dark nights when it's nice and bright and breezy during the day. It's the grey, rainy ones that make it miserable.

Stefan has been poorly again this week, although I think it's a continuation of what started last week with the high temperature. He's had a really nasty cough for a while. The doctor gave him an inhaler, but it's not made much difference in the long term. He hasn't got a chest infection and cough medicine isn't really easing it.

On Thursday night, he had a particularly bad night. We were up and down to him most of the night, with his coughing and distressed crying. I took him to the doctor first thing as I noticed his breathing was quite quick and very shallow. Doctor prescribed some steriods to help open up his airway tubes, which had apparently narrowed and were inflammed, and he diagnosed him with croup. The steriods worked wonders and Stefan slept for nearly three hours, peacefully that morning.

When he woke, the coughing started again, and the short, raspy breathing was back. Darren came home from work incase we needed to take Stefan to A&E. I was exhausted, very tearful and pretty scared for Stefan. In my panic, I passed out and was sick.

Darren took over and I went to bed for the rest of the afternoon. Physically and emotionally drained.

I'm looking forward to my scan next week now.