I took some pictures of Olive today... as has now been here long enough to necessitate two whole digits. She is doing what she should be doing: eating, looking around for a while, pooping a bunch, then going right back to sleep for 2-3 hours when it all starts over again. She has been having a rough time, tummy-wise, since I've been on Tamiflu. But, in the battlefield that is my family, the benefits of the Tamiflu outweigh the risk of the painful poo. I feel bad for her, but I know some tummy pain is far better than the alternative. Only six more days left of my prescription, then she can poo like mustard instead of Play-dough once again.
I don't know if she was just tired, or if she just hates baths. Her umbilical stump fell off today, so I gave her her first real bath. She screamed the whole time, sounding a lot like a crazed cat. Her cry sounds a lot like Asa's... angry instead of sad. Addison's and Ivey's cries were more pitiful sounding. Asa's sounded more like he was screaming AT you for causing whatever it was (or wasn't) wrong.
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