Poor little Molli is sick and I’m staying up to watch over her while Trine sleeps. It’s just a stomach bug or something, but it’s her first real sickness. No fever or anything, just a lot of fatigue and one major-league bout of vomiting. Sure she’ll be fine, but I’m nauseous with worry and the best way to deal with it is sit up beside her while she sleeps, check on her at 3-4 minute intervals, and be ready to give her some camomile tea if she wakes up hungry. And worry ceaselessly and savor the sick knot of fear in the pit of my stomach.
We had a phone consultation with a doctor who couldn’t believe it when Trine said that after 15 minutes of listlessness after she barfed, Molli seemed her normal self again and kind of hungry so she’d begun feeding her.
“You’re feeding her right now?”
“Yes.”
“Stop that.”
So Trine stopped, but that was hours ago and Molli still hasn’t barfed any of that batch back up. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. Maybe not, though. I just wish she was better! I’m sicker with worry than she is with her bug!
Anne Greve, the visiting pediatric nurse, came by today before the bug flared and thinks Molli is doing lovely. She’s gained less than a pound since her last visit (Molli, not Anne–I have no idea what Anne weighs). The hyper growth has obviously tapered off, but that’s quite normal and I was roundly ridiculed for articulating a desire that Molli continue to follow the impossibly ascending curve of her weight chart (which was rising so sharply a couple of weeks ago that, if continued, she would have outweighed me by Christmas, and exceeded the mass of the solar system by her fifth birthday). All of Molli’s development seems good except for her neck lifting—apparently we haven’t been training her enough, so Anne walked us through some more training routines to help get her swingin’ that head around.
No ruling on the name, yet, although I think it’s worth noting that Debbie and Hannah reviewed the list of allowable Danish girls’ names and found Honey, Paprika, and Ea, among others. So “Honey Paprika” would be legal as a name or a salad dressing. Hell, “Paprika Malou” would be legal, but “Molli Malou” wouldn’t. Strange. (No need to put in a call to Vinnie until we have a formal rejection on our hands, though, Bob!)
Also no update on when the Times story is going to run, but I went to a pub with the photographer on Sunday to watch some football and he told me several times how beautiful he thinks Molli is. Sincerely! I’m assuming he did that because he’d developed some of the pix and been astonished by her radiant and captivating beauty. (Glad he didn’t see her puking up gobs of semi-digested milk tonight!) Anyway, rest assured there’ll be a link here as soon as the article comes out. And I hope some of you will get a hard copy for Molli’s scrap book!
Lastly, if you’re wondering why there’ve been no pictures lately it’s because we finally brought the camera in to have the flash fixed. We should have it back on Friday, so there ought to be plenty of pictures this weekend.
And that concludes this Molli update…
