We met with our Hematologist last week and we're delighted to announce that our Queen has iron levels that are *almost* on the extremely low side of normal.
Which I think is pretty darn fantastic considering we had only finally found a way to make her actually swallow her iron supplement instead of spitting it all over us the week before.
We tried everything. Name a juice and we tried it. It turns out Lily is not a fan of juice. Any juice. Although she seemed especially offended by orange juice. Which is pretty darn funny when you take into account she spent two weeks on an "orange" diet eating only peaches, macaroni and cheese, and cheddar cheese slices. But even then she refused to eat mandarin oranges so maybe her embargo on orange juice isn't so surprising after all.
So no juice. Not milk, even flavored milk. Not in her pedis sure.
It got rough. Sometimes nights with Lily are hard. She will wake multiple times and require a bottle and a turn in the rocking chair to get her to go back to sleep. One night was especially hard. I was up with her three different times, with three different bottles, but without the cognitive ability to think ahead. If you give a baby a total of four bottles in a ten hour period you might want to consider changing said child's diaper at some point. I did not change said diaper. There is no diaper in the world that could have handled what she unleashed. It tried valiantly but my darling woke in a puddle. She smelled faintly of urine. We changed her. Tempers are short when exhausted parents try to
She travels under the hobo handle Curly Slim.
But finally, after much trial and error we discovered the magic concoction that will make Slim drink her iron supplement and sign for "more."
Pina colada mix, minus the rum of course.
I have a nosey neighbor who likes to look in our windows. I often wonder what that old woman thinks when she sees me mix a shot of pina colada twice a day to give to the baby.
I am expecting CPS to arrive on my doorstep any day now.