Poor Ella has a cold. Well, I think it’s a cold. She doesn’t really have any symptoms of a cold other than a sore throat and raspy voice. Yesterday she didn’t want to eat anything because her throat hurt. She didn’t even want home baked chocolate chip cookies! What’s wrong with that kid? Her days have been spent pretty much laying around and watching TV, with little bits of playing here and there (mainly right after her dose of Tylenol).
Of course this falls on the heels of me counting her calories, so on top of not feeling well she has her mom constantly shoving food and drinks at her. A friend of mine told me that the worst situation to be in is when someone tells you that you have to gain weight…even worse than when someone tells you to lose weight. After going through the last 2 days, I think she’s right. Getting additional calories into Ella has increased our household stress. I’m constantly offering her food and trying to convince her that Pediasure doesn’t taste as bad as she thinks it does (PS, the stuff is disgusting…I can’t blame her for not wanting to drink it). The other night I was trying to get her to drink a glass of milk before bed just to get the final 100 calories in her. Poor kid. She should be able to just go to bed without her mom stressing her out.
Please just pray that Ella feels better and that her appetite increases. My goal is to get 1300 calories in her a day. The first day she was barely over 1300 and yesterday we missed the mark by about 50. I honestly think if she were feeling better it wouldn’t be such a struggle. Today she has perked up, but her voice is still gone…that hasn’t stopped her from singing along to Veggie Tales. She’s an incredible kid.
Thanks for your prayers and support.
** Update: Ella must be feeling better...either that or she's playing me like a violin. Our house is HOT (our AC is out) and Ella refuses to get dressed or leave the master bedroom (the only room with a small AC unit). I'm sweating like crazy and the child has the nerve to look at me with those big blue eyes, and say to me with that sweet raspy voice, "Mommy, can I have some pizza please?" Really, it's 90+ degrees in our house and you want me to turn on the oven and make pizza?
Yes, I did it.