It’s a rainy day today! But we don’t care. Grey skies can’t get us down! Not when our dearest Delaney has been returned to us! We managed our public reunion alright, but there were tears on the way home, as we all shared how we’d missed each other. Happy sigh.
Poor Brenna spent her day yesterday driving Davey and I to doctor appointments. Davey’s was planned, and I was supposed to take him, as he can’t drive yet since his foot surgery. However, I’d planned to finish a chicken pen on Thursday. An unexpected guest derailed that plan, thought, so I needed Friday to finish it, so it was agreed that Brenna would take over chauffeur duty. At 2AM on Friday morning, however, I woke up to nurse the baby, sat up in bed, the whole world started to tip and spin. I waited for the dizzy spell to pass, but it didn’t, and I was so unbalanced, I was scared to move the baby from her bassinet into the bed, even though they were right next to each other! The dizziness had eased up by morning, but not gone away, making it so I had to walk carefully and also not try to focus on anything too close to my face. So I called for an appointment because, hey, that was weird. I have a Eustachian tube dysfunction. Or, in laymen’s terms, my inner ear isn’t draining properly. So. A little Flo-nase, a little Sudafed, and I should be good to go. (I’m not dizzy now, though I can still feel the ear pressure.) But poor Brenna ended up driving both of us around all day. She was very tired. I still got my chicken coop built, though!
Daisy is still doing okay and seems to continue to improve, albeit, very slowly. She’s still on antibiotics, and I give her a shot of bovine tylenol when she starts to droop and drag her feet. Seems like she can go about two and half days one one dose of that. I’m pretty confident that she’s going to survive this. I don’t worry about finding her in a bad way when I leave the house in the morning. She’s lost a lot of weight and is very thin, too, but her appetite is really picking up. I think she’ll be back to her fat and sassy self in no time. (She’s not really sassy. She’s very gentle. In fact, she’s the one the children learn to milk, because she’s so gently. She is usually fat, though. Maybelle, on the other hand, is sassy.)
And Miss Evie! She turned four months old on Thursday! She can roll over both ways. She is no longer content to sit quietly while we eat, unless she gets something, too, but the look on her face when she feels food on her tongue is priceless, as if she feels surprised and disgusted and pleased all at once. She can spend forever watching ceiling fans spin and she recently fell asleep in her stroller watching the leaves in the trees overhead. She doesn’t reach out to people, but she’ll smile and talk to anyone who looks at her. We’re learning to sleep apart, because she’s too hot beside me in bed. I don’t mind being hot with her, but it wakes her up unnecessarily. So she’s been sleeping in her bassinet and is back to sleeping the whole night through. She’s ticklish on her sides and her belly, but not under her chin. And she likes to be startled just a little bit; it makes her laugh. I think she’s a roller coaster girl. 🙂 And don’t even get me started on her beautiful, silvery-blue eyes.