A bad day for May

May had a terrible, horrible, no go, very bad day yesterday.



It began, actually, earlier in the week when she came down with her first diaper rash. Solid food is often a cause of diaper rash and it wasn't bad at all but I'm sure it made her cranky.

But the true badness of yesterday began when I woke up at about 5:45 and realized May was hot to the touch. She had her first fever. Of course, being May, she was a little fussy and a little clingy, but not howling or unreasonably cranky.

Then she went to to doctor's for her one-year check up. The check up went fine -- Dr. Bershel said that she was obviously happy and healthy. She didn't grow much between her last visit and this one. She's 29 inches and 19 lbs., 12 oz.

But then they needed to take blood. They tried to take blood at her 9 mo. check up but she has her mom's veins and after three sticks and not one drop of blood, I said we'd come back later. Becuase of the house nonsense, we didn't get back until this time. Dr. B said we were smart to do that because with the new house, she was required to do a lead test anyway.

So back into the phlebotomist's tiny hot little office and .... she played pinchushion again. Three sticks, one in each little arma nd one in the back of her hand and she screamed and screamed and screamed and -- here's the kicker -- they didn't get a drop of blood!

(This time, after one stick, Dr. B came in to help the phlebotomist. She tried, even using a syringe, which I understand is a last-resort measure. But still no blood.)

May and I came back to the house and she napped a lot, obviously exhausted by her ordeal. After sleeping most of the afternoon, we assumed she wouldnt' sleep easily or early so we went out to a local steakhouse for dinner at 6 o'clock. She enjoyed eating the bread and the sweet potato and even the steamed veggies. But then, arrogant in our assurance that May likes everything, we popped a piece of blue cheese into her mouth.

She made a face. She balled her little tiny fists up and her whole body shuddered and she gagged and tried to spit the cheese out, drooling saliva and slimed cheese all over her bibfronts. Her face crumpled and she started to whimper.

Then, what's worse, she wouldnt' let us give her any other food to get the taste out of her mouth.
Finally, we all went home and she went to bed at 8:30, only half an hour later than usual. Her terible day was over.