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dreamshark) wrote2015-12-05 06:17 pm
dreamshark) wrote2015-12-05 06:17 pm
Thanksgiving in Portland (Sick Babies Aren't Much Fun)
It wasn't the best Thanksgiving trip we've ever had. We did get to see Amber and Olin's new house, despite closing being (predictably) postponed several times. And the weather wasn't all that bad, given that it's Portland in November. Cold but mostly not raining.
But the biggest disappointment was that Baby Lena was sick throughout our entire trip. And (like dead puppies) sick babies aren't much fun. About a month ago she started day-care, very part-time to hold her place and get her used to the idea. She liked it fine, loved it in fact. But within 3 days of her first visit she started an endless rounds of colds, finally culminating in her First Ear Infection. Nothing life-threatening, just low-grade fever, whining and clinginess, and finally a spell of terrifying screaming resulting in her First Trip to Urgent Care. The antibiotic helped almost immediately except that it gave her diarrhea and horrible horrible diaper rash. So... not her usual cheerful and outgoing self. The saddest thing was that she developed sudden (completely uncharacteristic) stranger anxiety, and insisted on being held by Mommy or Daddy pretty much all the time. She reluctantly accepted me after a day or so, but cried every time she saw Richard and his bushy beard. Heart-breaking, really. All he wanted to do was cuddle her and sing to her, but she was having none of it. The best he could do was push her in her stroller and sing to her from behind.
Sulky Lena, and Lena tricked into letting Grandpa push her stroller.
She did perk up now and then, especially when the baby Tylenol kicked in or when she got a special treat, like being allowed to walk out the door on her own two feet. Or even better - get to take a long look inside the refrigerator.
But the biggest disappointment was that Baby Lena was sick throughout our entire trip. And (like dead puppies) sick babies aren't much fun. About a month ago she started day-care, very part-time to hold her place and get her used to the idea. She liked it fine, loved it in fact. But within 3 days of her first visit she started an endless rounds of colds, finally culminating in her First Ear Infection. Nothing life-threatening, just low-grade fever, whining and clinginess, and finally a spell of terrifying screaming resulting in her First Trip to Urgent Care. The antibiotic helped almost immediately except that it gave her diarrhea and horrible horrible diaper rash. So... not her usual cheerful and outgoing self. The saddest thing was that she developed sudden (completely uncharacteristic) stranger anxiety, and insisted on being held by Mommy or Daddy pretty much all the time. She reluctantly accepted me after a day or so, but cried every time she saw Richard and his bushy beard. Heart-breaking, really. All he wanted to do was cuddle her and sing to her, but she was having none of it. The best he could do was push her in her stroller and sing to her from behind.
Sulky Lena, and Lena tricked into letting Grandpa push her stroller.
She did perk up now and then, especially when the baby Tylenol kicked in or when she got a special treat, like being allowed to walk out the door on her own two feet. Or even better - get to take a long look inside the refrigerator.
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