Last Monday night Norah ended up in the ER. NOT FUN. Her sitter, Corinne called me at 2:30 in the afternoon saying she woke up from her nap crying and with a fever and just not acting herself. Mike took her to the pediatrician who said to just keep an eye on her. She came home and immediately took a turn for the worse - crying spells where she would also heave and get sweaty/feverish, and she refused to take any food or fluid. She said yes to a popsicle, but poor baby couldn't even hold it up she was so weak. At the point when she stopped responding to us and looking like she was passing out, we made the decision for Mike to take her in. It was SO hard on me to stay home with Ellie and know that I wasn't there with Norah, but Mike was such a trooper. For the record, he said it was miserable to see our little girl get an IV and a catheter and keep it together. I can't even imagine. Thank goodness he is such a good Daddy and husband!
Once Norah got some fluids in her, she was a new kid. Mike said when the doctor came in, she said "Hi" and then after he checked her she said "Thank you". That's my girl. It still took her a few days to recover completely and she ended up gifting the illness to Mike and my mom over Memorial Day weekend. We were not attending BBQ's and going to the pool like most people this weekend - the Sartori's were just trying to survive!
Ellie is eating every two to three hours. I'm so thankful that she is growing and eating, but I am WORN OUT! Also, since Norah was home with me last week sick I didn't have a chance to rest as much as was planned. We moved Ellie to her crib last night because this girl is so noisy when she sleeps! She literally sounds like a grown man clearing his throat when she grunts. It was tough on me last night worrying about her across the hall and getting up to feed her, but I know it will get better. We are currently trying to figure out if she likes being swaddled in the "Miracle Blanket" (which Norah loved) or if she should just wear a sleep sack and have her arms free. It's all trial and error to find the right combo. I also have to keep reminding myself that she is only five weeks old today!
We are getting close to getting through the "two month gauntlet" as Mike calls it. I know that one day I will look back and miss holding a 5 week old and a 2 year old in my arms, so I am trying to focus on just enjoying the moment. It is VERY hard for me not to keep a neat house and have things organized, but I am learning...
I never knew it was possible to be so happy and so damn tired at the same time!
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