On Friday, she was remarkably good natured (as is her habit), but not eating well, and not drinking as much as I would have liked. Her temperature remained low-grade, in the between 100-101º but as she was acting fine, I wasn't terribly worried. Ray asked me to call the pediatrician to see if there is anything we could do for her cough so she could sleep better and they asked me to take her in.
She wore her squeaky shoes and talked a LOT to everyone, and the nurses and PA seemed delighted by both. Weight: 22 lbs, 2 oz (fully clothed, minus squeaky shoes!) The PA took one brief look into Maia's left ear: Yeah, well that one's infected... and the right: that one too, but not as bad. Lungs are clear. Omnicef was prescribed. So Maia and I went to the grocery store to pick up the script, she ate a sample of pizza, and we headed home. By the time we pulled into the driveway, her little eyes were just drooping. She didn't nap all that well, and was absolutely miserable when she woke up. Poor punkin!
Today, I had to go into work to make up for the time I couldn't spend earlier this week. So it was just Ray and Maia. Maia had a very rough day: miserable and clingy and refusing to eat much or sleep at ALL! She did color for a while in the afternoon.
"I wite?"
Here, we're on our way to say goodnight to daddy, but she's rather attached to her book. Keeping our fingers crossed for a good night's sleep, and a better day tomorrow!
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