okay, while the actual incident isn’t that cool, what happened is. At 2am I heard a “mummy! mummy!” sort of slightly urgent kind of cry. Now as this generally doesn’t happen any more, something was wrong – I thought she probably just needed a cuddle and she’d fall asleep again.
So I go in, and she’s stood up in her cot, not happy. Not crying, but not happy.
“Mummy, sick” she tells me. Wow… for the first time ever she’s been able to tell me she’s just been sick. I was equally proud and sad for her at the same time… god, she’s coming on.