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hkellickOne of the negative things about having your newborn in an intensive care unit is that the child does not have the ability to set his own schedule, or even try to. Every three hours, you get your half-hour "hands on" time. If you're sleeping, you'll get woken up to have your diaper changed and temperature taken. And then fed, whether you're awake or not.
Mr. Robert had at least one feeding where he clearly wasn't awake and got cranky and tired because he has to be up AGAIN to feed, et. al.
Add to that that Mr. Robert simply doesn't understand that he's being fed, in part, by an IV tube and he CAN'T have as much food as he wants, only that he isn't getting as much as he wants.
So Mr. Robert was Mr. Inconsolable after ever feeding. I want MOOOORE. I'm HUNGRY!
Perhaps that's good in a roundabout sort of way because he had a couple of feedings of 20 ccs and then got the OK to jump up to 25 ccs for his 9:00 feeding. And if he keeps showing he can handle 25ccs, they'll probably up him to a full ounce and so on and so forth.
K and I are home. That means we got to sleep in our own bed (at least until the alarm went off telling K it was pumpin' time again, but.. I guess that's maybe practice for Robert's arrival. Wake up time! Robert's hungry again!)
The snow isn't as bad as we feared over here. It's melting pretty well (which unfortunately also means it's turning back into ice all over our steps at night too, but... oh well.) and the roads are clear enough, so...
Today, we'll be back at the hospital by noon and stay probably until dinner (his, then ours.)
We're trying to figure out Valentine's day as well. Assuming the status quo continues, we'll probably go have a meal at Bertucci's, a favorite restaurant of ours, either before or after visiting Mr. Robert and just.. try to enjoy each other's company.
I think desert was mentioned as well ;)
And that's the news. Not much, but in this case, we're not expecting any huge news until he gets to come home anyways.
Then we shall have a party. And by we, I mean K and I.. he'll probably zonk out.
Mr. Robert had at least one feeding where he clearly wasn't awake and got cranky and tired because he has to be up AGAIN to feed, et. al.
Add to that that Mr. Robert simply doesn't understand that he's being fed, in part, by an IV tube and he CAN'T have as much food as he wants, only that he isn't getting as much as he wants.
So Mr. Robert was Mr. Inconsolable after ever feeding. I want MOOOORE. I'm HUNGRY!
Perhaps that's good in a roundabout sort of way because he had a couple of feedings of 20 ccs and then got the OK to jump up to 25 ccs for his 9:00 feeding. And if he keeps showing he can handle 25ccs, they'll probably up him to a full ounce and so on and so forth.
K and I are home. That means we got to sleep in our own bed (at least until the alarm went off telling K it was pumpin' time again, but.. I guess that's maybe practice for Robert's arrival. Wake up time! Robert's hungry again!)
The snow isn't as bad as we feared over here. It's melting pretty well (which unfortunately also means it's turning back into ice all over our steps at night too, but... oh well.) and the roads are clear enough, so...
Today, we'll be back at the hospital by noon and stay probably until dinner (his, then ours.)
We're trying to figure out Valentine's day as well. Assuming the status quo continues, we'll probably go have a meal at Bertucci's, a favorite restaurant of ours, either before or after visiting Mr. Robert and just.. try to enjoy each other's company.
I think desert was mentioned as well ;)
And that's the news. Not much, but in this case, we're not expecting any huge news until he gets to come home anyways.
Then we shall have a party. And by we, I mean K and I.. he'll probably zonk out.
