I always knew parenting would be hard, I've had it drilled into me for as long as I can remember. The sleepless nights, the mountains of washing, the tantrums, in a way I was prepared for all of this. What I wasn't prepared for was being sick for six months of the year. My little Lamb seems to pick up everything that is going around and then kindly passes it on to the rest of the family. During my pregnancy with Fox I was sick seven times, seven times in nine months. Flues, stomach bugs, viruses, we've had them all. And now Lamb is sick yet again. I hate seeing my little girl so unwell, mostly because she just isn't her usual sprightly self, but also because I know that I'll be next. I'm about ready to lock the whole family indoors, ban any sort of social interaction and chew exuberant amounts of vitamin C tablets until the day kids have grown up and are ready to leave home.