Ninth day of play school

I brought Jeremy to see Dr Terry yesterday evening. Before seeing her, I got a sample of Jeremy's urine. So much easier to get his urine sample now. Unlike a year ago.

He felt warm to my touch but when Dr Terry took his temperature using the ear thermometer, his temperature was just between 36.0C and 36.5C. Weird. Maybe there's something wrong with me or Jason. So, Dr Terry just asked us to observe.

As before, he didn't want to go out of the consultation room. He wanted to continue playing with the toys in there. Dr Terry allowed him to bring the toy out. He wanted to bring all the toys out but I managed to convinced him to bring only the dog. And he didn't want to leave the clinic. He cried and cried but I told him that we'll come again another time.

And in the car, he didn't want to sit in his car seat. He wanted to sit on my lap. So, I let him sit on my lap for a while but I didn't drive off. I waited until he sat in his seat before driving off. So, we were sitting in the car park for a good 5 minutes.

Since he doesn't actually have a fever, I stopped giving him paracetamol. He was quite tired in the evening though. So, I brought him up to the bedroom very early. By 8:50 PM he was already asleep. And I went to sleep with him. I didn't go down anymore as I've already prepared Jeremy's stuff to bring to the play school before we came up.

He slept pretty well and woke up very early. By 5:30 AM he was already awake. When he heard the garbage truck outside collecting trash, he said 'see gig kuck'. So, I brought him to the window to look at the truck. When the truck left, he said 'kuck go there, bye bye kuck'. And he was as normal as he could be. But once I brought him down, he became manja again. He didn't want me to put him down. And he kept on saying 'go nenek house'. When I had to go up to get ready for work, Aunt Tracy took him from my arms and he was crying.

All the way to the play school, he said 'see auntie ha ha' and 'go nenek house'. He cried much earlier today. Way, way before we turned into the junction to the play school and he also said 'go home, go home'. I told him that Mommy will pick him up in the evening to go home. Even though he was still crying, he still went into the house and sat on the sofa where he continued crying softly. Poor boy. I hope he would get used to this very soon.