Friday, 7/29

Things continue to move right along. Yesterday the doctor actually mentioned the "H" word (home). You're not allowed to say it out loud in front of the baby because then they tend to back slide a little. I have to admit the idea was a little daunting. Okay, a lot. They are thinking in about 4-6 weeks. In the meantime they will continue to try and get him off the oxygen and figure out what to do about his feedings although he will definitely come home on some sort of tube feedings. We will have a lot of support by way of a nurse, physical, occupational, and speech therapy. It's just scary. There is a "peer counselor" in the NICU whose daughter was there for about 6 months and she was great to talk to today as she affirmed and normalized a lot of my anxiety.

As for our little guy he was very fussy today. The doctors think he's just colicky because he seems to have his certain times of day when he's just inconsolable. In a way I hope that's what it is because that will pass. It's hard because I can't walk with him to soothe him because all of the wires only go so far!

In all of his fussing today he seemed to be trying to tell me something. I finally got it: "Happy Birthday Great Aunt Polly!"