We ended our summer with a 4-day weekend trip to Duluth and Hastings. Unfortunately the trip was cursed with various misfortunes, from death to a sick baby to a skunk. Still, some fun was had.
We left work on Friday to head for Duluth. We spent the night at Sharon and Andy's, though it was a sad night because their friend had just died.
Then there was Willow. She was not being herself at all and was cranky, clingy (to Mom) and not eating much. The not eating worried us a little because of the whole failure-to-thrive thing.
Saturday morning, we got to see our friends from Jackson Hole, Mary and Amy, briefly. They were passing through on a cross-country road trip. Amy and I worked closely with each other in the good ol' JHMR human resources department..I miss it! Then we headed for Hastings. Willow was still not quite herself, but Sunday and Monday were the worst. She basically ate nothing those two whole days other than nursing. With help from Auntie Jill, FNP and three pharmacists, we diagnosed her as teething - she did have two bottom molars coming in that looked sort of painful. So we dosed her with baby tylenol and some Hyland's teething tablets. Those seemed to help a little. Sunday night she had a fever, puked, had some diarrhea, and by the afternoon on Monday we were close to bringing her to the hospital - she was limp, her eyes looked glassy and red, and I could have sworn she looked visibly skinnier. I was envisioning her wasting away until an ER trip which would end in a NG tube. I thought maybe a preemie eating aversion had manifested itself or something. Oh, and the skunking occured Sunday night - Scouty's 4th one this summer, I believe.
The good parts of the trip were seeing our friends and family - we also saw Mark and Amy Sunday night - and going to the State fair. Josh, aunt Jill, uncle Mike and I went on Saturday. It was very crowded, but we still had a great time. We saw Reggie, the biggest pig ever:
some huge pumpkins:
and some butter sculptures.
We ate a lot of greasy fair food:
and rode a couple rides:
Mike even won me a sweet stuffed monster. I wish I had taken a picture of it.
Monday night we celebrated Great-Grandma Lois's birthday.
When we got home, I brought Willow to the doctor - on top of everything else she had a rash too. Turns out it probably wasn't teeth at all but just some sort of virus. the doctor predicted she'd be back to her regular self within a day, and she was. She's back to eating normally, thank god. She even gained a half-pound from the last time, though I can't understand how when she ate next to nothing for days. She was 18 pounds even.
The one of Willow with Lois was the only photo of Willow I had for the blog this time - I guess we weren't in the mood to take pictures with her so sad and all - so I just went up and snapped one while she naps. You can see here how her hemangioma is already almost gone. She naps in her crib on weekends.
This weekend has been very chill. Just hanging out, getting stuff done...Josh and my dad are in the middle of remodeling our porch with paint and a hard wood floor:
Maybe I'll have a photo of the finished product on the next post.
Bye bye to Tat
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