It's amazing what 48 hours of antibiotics can do. I think I love Alexander Fleming.
When I consider how scared I was on Sunday night, and how close I was to taking him back to hospital, and then I look at him 72 hours later, sat next to me laughing at the TV with no fever and no shortness of breath (well, okay, maybe a little, everything is still a bit more of an effort for him), it's magic.
Yesterday I delivered Girl no.3 to her friend's house for a sleepover and stayed for coffee. I'd left my partner fed, watered and having his 4 hour afternoon nap and it was lovely to get out for a while and spend time catching up with their family - they just moved up here from Derby, and I moved up here 6 years ago. When I got home with the little boys it was my partner who opened the door to let us in, with a big grin on his face. If I could have bottled that moment I'd save it forever.
He continued to improve last night and over today and he even came with me this afternoon to collect my daughter from her sleepover and have a coffee - no big nap. He was flagging after an hour, but it's a really big step. I feel like a Mum listening to her child say a new word.
I really feel we are well onto the right track again. He has new pain in his hands and feet now because when he was ill over those 3 days they swelled up and were burning hot, but otherwise we're back to where we were and beyond it.
We were due to camp over the weekend with trading friends at a VW show at Tatton Park, and then on Monday we were going to Wales for a week. Camping is still far beyond us, we had to cancel Wales, but we're planning to go to the show for the day and see our friends and let the children spend money on ice creams and plastic tat they'll break before we get home. Normal stuff. My partner can sit in a deck chair on the stall all day and go have a nap in our friend's van whenever he needs to. It's bound to rain all day, but it won't matter one bit.