Poppy has been blissfully napping for two hours now (I'm assuming she'll wake up halfway through this post - scratch that, she made it one sentence)
Happy December! Where has this year gone?! It's been an eventful month for the Horvath clan.
Mat and I had our 1st wedding anniversary on the 1st of November. We celebrated by going out for a boozy lunch (sans baby - she was at home refusing to nap with a very hungover Ollie and Carrie who graciously volunteered to babysit) at Pollen Street Social (which is incredible). I bought him some socks and new cufflinks, and he got me a pretty paper bouquet with our names and wedding date printed on it - his gift was a bit more thoughtful than mine but oh well. I did my best!
We also had my birthday this month. Emma, Andy, Evie and Finley came up for dinner at Bread Street Kitchen.. because Mat can't stay away from work for one day ;) We had a lovely dinner and then back to our house for cake afterwards. The day was marred by my being sick but a good time was had by all anyway.
Speaking of me being sick, I've been sick for a LONG time. 3 weeks now. Went to the doctor three times and they kept saying "just a virus, nothing we can do for you, try inhaling some steam"... which was super helpful. My sickness peaked on Thursday with a temperature of 40.1 (that's 104 in F) at 6 in the morning and a call to NHS Direct. For the Americans who aren't blessed with a free healthcare system, NHS Direct is a 24 hour medical advice line - you get to speak to a nurse, they give you advice, sometimes they send you to an out of hours doctor.
In this instance, they sent me an ambulance! I think the nurse thought I was having a heart attack because I was having chest pains.. in any case, by 7 am we had 2 ambulances and 4 paramedics in our flat! They decided I wasn't having a heart attack and I didn't even have pneumonia or anything! Just an aggressively high temperature and chest pain. They hung around for 2 and a half hours waiting for my temperature to go down (must've been a slow day for London ambulances) and referred me back to my doctor. The doctor finally gave me antibiotics, which seem to be working their magic now. I still have a cough and chest pain but feeling much better in myself.
Update (I wrote the rest of this post earlier this week): The doctor has now decided I have asthma which is causing my ongoing cough (amazing how moving to London has given me "asthma"). Poppy is also sick with bronchitis so we have matching inhalers (so sad, I know).
Poppy has had lots of Daddy time since I've been out of commission the last few days. Those two are so cute together. And Mat has been a champ leaving work early to get Poppy from nursery and doing all the normal mom jobs. Thanks Mat! I'm sure you'll be sick in the next few weeks - sorry!
That's about all I have to report. Work has been absolutely manic for both of us. Mat works approximately 1 billion hours a week and I am barely surviving my job.
Poppy is a real mobile baby now - she crawls, she pulls herself up and scoots around.
She's a handful :)
BUT SO CUTE! Seriously. Look at her.
But so mischievous.
It took me approximately a week to write this post. Poppy is feeling a bit better now, thank goodness. She's been wheezing so much and it's so sad. I still have a cough, which I'm fairly confident will never go away.
On a happier note, Momma and Poppa Keys bought their plane tickets to come to London in February! WHOOP WHOOP! We can't wait :)
