First day. Fevers.
Technically, not Room 810. John and I snuck downstairs for an ice cream date while John’s parents stayed in quarantine with Elsa.
Day Three. Elsa finds my artistic attempts dubious.
John and I were allowed to leave the 8th floor, as long as we wore a mask. It was just the 8th floor itself (the kitchen, the playroom, etc.) that was off limits. Elsa, of course, was not allowed to go anywhere.
Day Three: Hanging with Grampy
Day Four: Somebody please get this kid a blood transfusion.
Day Four
Day Five: Looking eerily like Day Four, eh? Yeah, that’s because it was.
Standing at the door. Wishing she could get out. Wishing her tether was longer.
Have I mentioned before that she is a pretty intense kid? I mean, they’re just gnomes! Relax a little.
A snack before they set us free on Day Six. For a combination of reasons, she refused to eat one bite of food for the entire six days. Had she not been nursing, we would have had to have some awful conversations about feeding tubes and supplementary nutrition. It felt funny to be supporting her on my milk alone, like when she was an infant. Plus, it was exhausting for my body and soul. That said, I’ll take nursing exhaustion over a feeding tube any day of the week.
