While Ian has apparently mastered the phases of liquids and
gasses (yes, that's a fart joke), he is merely an amateur at the solids
phase. Ian has had about a week now of
"real" food, adding all manner of fruits and vegetables to his
previous rice-cereal repertoire. He
currently eats avocado, carrots, zucchini, apples, pears, bananas, and probably
other things that I'm already forgetting.
He's even eating them in a high chair, thanks to his Abuela. Along with his first foods, he has also
recently had his first cold. I suppose
it could be said that we've been luckier than most on the infirmary front,
having had over six months without so much as a sneeze, but it can still break
your heart listening to him breathe through his mouth because his little nose
is too plugged up. His eyes are always
red and watery, and he just can't get comfortable enough to sleep any longer
than half an hour at a time. It's been a
while since I've felt as helpless as I do when I just can't seem to help him,
or even explain to him what's wrong with him in a manner he'll understand just
to soothe him a little. After a day or
two, he finally had his first unscheduled doctor trip, where we were assured
that it was just a little cold, and we could only help by putting a humidifier
in the room (which sounds completely ridiculous to a person who fled from
Florida, by the way), and the occasional doling out of children's Tylenol. He has since rebounded, and although he's
still a little under the weather, he's definitely been showing signs of life
again, and the return of his little smile is enough to mend your previously
broken heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment