We are, B"H, doing better, although I wasn't sure of it and had to have the doctor tell me (I love socialized medicine!). But the doc confirms the girl's ears are improving, so even though she had a fever today and had enough shnikeys coming out of her nose to feed Thailand*, she is actually on the mend.
She drank very little at the metapelet (which, hey, is great for keeping up the freezer reserve of milk, if not great for our health), and didn't eat much at home either, but she got some fluids in her (if nothing else, bathwater!). She's fine.
Last night at 10:30 PM or whatever it was when I put her to bed again, she wasn't asleep when I put her down (like she usually is). I left her room, and she fussed, not crying but more whimpering and moaning. So Hashem made a miracle and our broken cd player started working again, and I played her one song from "Bedtime with the Beatles" about four times, and she was asleep. So tonight at 8:30 or so, she was SO exhausted but as soon as I put her down - wide awake! I sang to her a bit more, went through all the goodnight rituals, and left. This time it was closer to crying than whimpering, but still not the full fledged "oh my GOSH come and get me!" cry. And it took just three rounds of the same song - and she was out.
Our little bean is learning to fall asleep alone!! So proud!
As you can see from the pictures, we're gradually getting smiley again, thank God! Okay, well, the blah one in the baby carrier is from yesterday, when she couldn't muster a smile. But see the difference a day (and three doses of Acamoli) can make! The spectacular face paint you see is a combination of chicken soup and iron, so we can all visualize what a IY"H bli ayin hara one-day little brother of Sarah Rochel will look like with his flaming red goatee. Or something.
Yoav is now in Boca and Miami. Yesterday he was in Atlanta, the day before in Baltimore and Silver Spring, the day before in Detroit and New York, the day before in Cleveland... yikes! And tomorrow it's Memphis and St. Louis, then LA... But hey, he's your man if you need to know where the nearest exit row is. Remember - your closest exit may be behind you (this obviously means something on a metaphorical level).
*This title is an allusion to a Camp Moshava (circa 1990) color war cheer, when we were the Goof (body) versus the Neshama (soul) and proudly chanted "The goof, the goof, the goof is on fire - we don't need no water we just keep getting hotter." Poetic, I know. It's funny cause a) the girl's body has a fever, and b) she's a goof-ball. Or at least I am. (Dumb things like this are why one shouldn't blog last thing at night before retiring. Cheese for brains!)
**You wouldn't believe what they eat there.