Oh my poor baby girl, she is so sick! Poor child! (ok she's 20, a grown up but still my baby).
She has just rung me sobbing, barely coherent because she cannot stop being sick. I told her to ring 111, then ring me back. She is bringing up bile, so I suspect they will want her in hospital.
We spent a lovely day together yesterday. We shared a portion of cheesy chips and still left half, then she really fancied a hot chocolate fudge cake, so we went to Weatherspoons and had a portion of that between us.
Then she brought it all back up. I know they are not ideal foods, but they were what she fancied. Today she has had toast at about 10 am.
They think she is around 8 weeks now.
Burnham to tell schools in England to adapt teaching to local business needs- what do you think?
Live over 225 miles away from family
Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him




