Thursday, May 26, 2005
However, as the day progressed, she did get grumpier and grumpier. I tried to get her down for a short nap around 4:00 p.m., but a former neighbor stopped by to pick up some flowers that were left with us last night (she moved a few months ago, but apparently whoever was sending the flowers hadn't gotten the change of address notice); the doorbell spoiled any hope of a nap.
Complicating judging Celeste's recovery is that we're pretty sure she's in a developmental leap at the moment, which means she's going to be fussy and have difficulty sleeping and a bit of regression on some things. Right now, the big one is her sleep — and I know our trying to deal with her sore throat set her back with that — followed closely by eating solids (which could also be a hold over from her sore throat). Where she used to eat up to four ice cubes of food at a time, now we're lucky for her to take one. She's still nursing (and, because of the fever she was getting breastmilk pretty much on demand and a little bit more), so nutritionally, she should be fine, but it'd be nice if her solids meals didn't turn into a big drama scene.
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