Yesterday at approximately 3:50 PM, Eva took a tiny bite of canned pineapple. Her little eyes darted up to my face and she said (weakly) "Want more." I gave her more. And then more. And then even more.
My little girl ate half of a (big) can of pineapple, and then...
She Smiled.
And because this whole week has been so draining and stressful and sad and frustrating—and, just, damn hard—I broke into tears. Big, wailing sobs. I was so relieved to see that little sign that everything was going to be ok, that we were going to make it through this, that I could be a mama even when things were really tough, that I cried like I did the very first time I saw her little face after she was born. (And then I ran and got the camera just so I'd have proof that she smiled, in case Mike didn't believe me.)
We're not out of the woods yet, but things are definitely better today. She sort of ate lunch, and she's napping in her crib (!) right now—which is so much better than having to hold her in order to get her to sleep at all.
So, I'm taking a minute to check in with you all, and to say thank you so much for all your concerned comments and well wishes. We're ok. I'll (hopefully) be back to posting next week, but first we're heading to my parents' house for the weekend. Now that I know my baby's getting better, it's time for me to go see MY mom. She's making a huge pot of her homemade chicken soup, and nothing sounds better to me right now than that.
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