Thursday, December 3, 2009

Fiona (Ms. Fortune)

Fiona has had a rough past couple of weeks. Last week it was RSV. She got so sick she had to be admitted to the Big Shands pediatric floor. That was compliments of her big sis, who brought this lovely virus home from daycare. I was none too pleased and Sofia will be hanging out at home with the babysitter from now on rather than going to that petri dish known as daycare anymore.

Fiona came through the illness swimmingly though and is now back on track, gaining weight, smiling, laughing (she laughed at Hugo for the first time yesterday) and looking as cute as is humanly (or ogrely) possible. We refer to her as our little ogre, since she shares a name with Shrek's true love, Princess Fiona.

Yesterday I took her and Sofia to the park to meet up with Carol and Grant. Carol is a friend I met through the postpartum luncheon at the hospital; she had Grant the same week I had Sofia. We get together occasionally for playdates. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, so we were gabbing and catching up while Sofia and Grant whirled around happily on the merry go round. Fiona was hanging out in my arms, drooling all over herself and acting like the two and a half month old she is.

All of a sudden I heard a "Thunk!" noise and after a second, Fiona started crying as though her heart would break. I never saw it but all I can surmise is that the wind blew a pinecone off the trees and it fell on Fiona's poor wee little head. She quickly developed an angry red mark with a scrape in the middle that bled. The poor thing just can't catch a break! First the unfair advances of a nasty cold virus, then an attack by a tree. I felt terrible, but how can you plan for such things? I think she takes after her mom. I was the unlucky recipiant of many such poor circumstantial accidents as a child.

All I can hope is that things get better from here. Sofia, bless her heart, has had to deal with accidents that were a result of her parents' collective inexperience with the care and protection of babies. Luckily, we've learned many hard lessons through her infancy and are doing much better this time around. I haven't walked Fiona's head into the doorway once.

1 comment:

Val said...

Just keep her away from the iron... lmbo