Thursday, December 20, 2007

An unusual day.

On your typical day things sort of roll along. Approximately according to some sort of schedule. For comparison's sake I will relate to you a portion of the average day. La-dee-dum and so forth:

8:30am: Wake up, feed Evvy, change Evvy, interact with Evvy.

--- EVVY MOOD = HAPPY! ---

10:00am: Put Evvy in bouncy chair with dangly toys and attempt to change, groom and feed self while she is temporarily amused.

--- EVVY MOOD = FUSSY ---

10:30am: Soothe Evvy. Put Evvy on blanket in kitchen to play.

--- EVVY MOOD = TEMPORARILY PLACATED ---

11:00am: Clean messy kitchen, throw in laundry. Coo/sing/make animal noises boisterously while completing these tasks in an attempt to keep infant amused. Plan to leave the house sometime today. Now, where should we go? What needs to be done? Oh darn! It's already...

12:00 noon!

--- EVVY MOOD = HUNGRY and SLEEPY ---

Feed Evvy, change Evvy, try to get Evvy down for a nap. Grab some lunch. Check email and phone messages, prepare to go out for walk/running errands/visit/appointment etc.


--- EVVY MOOD = READY FOR ACTION! ---


1:30pm: OK! Let's leave the house!
2:00pm: Actually leaving the house.

and so on and so forth...

On Monday, the whole day went more like:

Wake up.

--- EVVY MOOD - SCREAMING FRANTICALLY ---

Feed Evvy.

--- EVVY MOOD - SCREAMING FRANTICALLY ---

Change Evvy.

--- EVVY MOOD - SCREAMING FRANTICALLY ---

Soothe Evvy.

--- EVVY MOOD - SCREAMING FRANTICALLY ---

Repeat over and over and over again.

I knew there was something wrong. She was clearly in some sort of pain. I tried all my tricks, Peter tried all his, but nothing worked. Poor kid was inconsolable and so was I. Could this be an ear infection? It was time to call in the big guns, so we took her to the clinic Monday eve. Lucky us, we got the indecisive (and possibly visually impaired) Doctor who sent us to Emerg.

3 and 1/2 boring hours and a few trauma victims later we saw Doctor #2 who checked Evvy out head to toe. She did not have an ear infection. It was most likely some digestive/intestinal problem which had eased during our wait in the hospital.
A fussy Tuesday on Tylenol and Evvy's pain passed, along with a particularly thick n' frothy poop on Wednesday morning. Now the little squirt is fine. Back to normal. As if Monday and Tuesday never happened. I am, of course, thankful for her good health.

I, however, am two days behind in laundry, grooming, Christmas shopping and errands. If you see a sasquatch slumping to the mall in a green coat and hat, it's just me.
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