Hello everyone, I trust you are having a good evening. I've had a long and very busy day. Mommy and I were hoping that it would be a quiet and lazy day, but things kept needing to be done.
First let me tell you about this picture. I got my very first bath today, as I talked about earlier. Anyway, mommy liked this picture because it shows my big strong leg muscles....daddy likes to talk like Arnold Schwartzenagger and remind mommy that I got steriods when I was still inside of her. He thinks that instead of helping my lungs grow stronger, the steriods all went to my legs. I think it's just because both mommy and daddy have muscular legs and I inherited them. It also looks like I'm starting to inherit mommy's tummy too...but it's only because I have daddy's appetite!
Okay, back to my day. Me and mommy had to wake up early because my lab work showed that my Sodium level was low. This worried mommy because my Sodium has been perfect up until today. She started feeling guilty that her mommy juice wasn't good enough but the doctor told her that her juice is very good for me, and most preemie babies tend to run low on Sodium because of how hard their little bodies are working....and I told mommy that I'm working very hard!!! To fix my sodium problem, the nurse gave me a sodium suplement with my next feeding. It did the trick because my evening labs were just fine (fine for me that is).
Next, mommy and I were visited by the Developmental Specialist who wanted to introduce mommy and I to someone else who works in the hospital. They wanted to see the scrapbook that mommy is making, and then they wanted to see this website...Mommy and I are still not really sure why they visited. But Mommy did ask when we would get a copy of my last Developmental Evaluation and the specialist said she would hurry up and finish it so we could have it. She brought it to us a couple hours later...My manly muscles must have scared her into action:)
Around lunch time mommy and I were just hiding in the room working on the scrapbook when some strange people came knocking on the door. The nurse talked to the people first and then asked mommy if she would let me get my picture taken. Mommy told the nurse that she and daddy take my picture all the time. The nurse explained to mommy that the bed that I sleep in...they call it a Giraffe Omni Bed (daddy calls it a Vaginal Escape Pod)....is a special bed for the tiniest babies and the hospital is making a brochure to show how great these beds are. These strange people wanted to take lots of pictures of the bed, but they wanted a baby in it and since I'm the tiniest baby in the hospital....and the only one sleeping in the Giraffe thing, they wanted me in the pictures too. Mommy and I discussed it and decided that we had one condition.....Mommy gets a copy of the pictures that the strange people take. We thought this was a pretty good condition because most of the pictures mommy and daddy take have to be through the plexy glass of the Giraffe, where as the strange people were important people who would get to open up the bed, and turn on the lights, to get the best picture possible. Plus the one strange guy had a huge camera that puts mommy's camera to shame, and lots of professional looking lights!!!!
The strange people agreed to give mommy a copy of all the pictures, and to make sure she had a copy of the brochure once it was printed. The woman took down all mommy's information, the man took pictures of me, and another man stood in the back to make sure everything was done right....I think he thought he was the boss...Little did he know that I AM IN CHARGE!:) It was like I was a model in a real photo shoot and when I got tired, I let them know by making all my machine alarms beep. The man who thought he was in charge told everyone to pack it up and let me rest...see, I really am in charge. Mommy was told the brochure would come out in May or June and the brochure and pictures would be sent to the apartment. Mommy said they could send everything to the hospital since mommy and daddy have basically moved in with me.
Just as the strange people were packing up their equipment stuff, the social worker came to talk with mommy. The hospital people are really worried that mommy and daddy will start being depressed and sad. How could they be sad when they have me?????
Anyway, the social worker wanted to know how mommy was doing and when she thought she would be back at work. Mommy explained that she had a doctor's appointment tomorrow and would know more then. The social worker suggested mommy work half days if she can go back, but mommy explained that income wise, she needed to work full days. Also, mommy thinks she wants to go back to work soon so that she can save as much time off for when I get out of the hospital. The social worker agreed that saving time off for when I'm out is a good idea, but not to try too hard because she still had some healing to do. I guess when I was taken out of mommy they had to cut her tummy open....I bet that didn't feel very good...but mommy doesn't complain about her tummy because she's too busy paying attention to me!:) Mommy finally told the social worker that it's really not up to mommy. Her job is not a job where you can work half days and actually accomplish anything...plus it's up to mommy's doctor when she goes back, not mommy.
After the social worker left mommy and I had a heart to heart talk. I asked mommy if I would still get to see her when she went back to work and she promised me that she would stay with me all the time when she wasn't at work. She even said she would still sleep in my room. I really have the best parents because daddy has been sleeping in my room too, even though he has to wake up really early for work. Mommy says it's because he sleeps better when he's close to me.
I've decided that to reward my mommy and daddy I'm going to work very hard not to have my alarms go off all during the night. Okay, so I decided to be good after I had an apnic spell this evening. I was doing great all day with everything that was going on. After the social worker left I got to rest some, and then eat. I had a really, really big bowel movement too. The nurse told mommy and daddy that when she checked my diaper, (mommy and daddy ran to get some dinner) I was in the process of going and almost exploded on her. Daddy thought that was funny! Then, after I was all done eating and going to the bathroom, I got my bath. The sponge bath wasn't that bad. Daddy took pictures while the nurse and mommy sponged me off. I didn't really like the cotton balls or the water on me so I squirmed a lot! The nurse then stuck all the monitor leads back on me, in different places to give my arms a rest, but I was tired of all the moving at that point and kept looking at mommy with pleading eyes to have the bath stop. The nurse told mommy and daddy that once I'm off the ventilator I can have a real bath and I will like that much better. The nurse finally let me rest and I drifted off into a blissful sleep. Unfortunately, it was too blissful of a sleep because the night nurse had to poke and prod and rub me to get me to start breathing again. Sometimes it's just too hard to sleep, look cute, and breathe at the same time...talk about multi-tasking!!!!!
I spose I should try and get more sleep now. Grandma Hewlitt is coming tomorrow and bringing a friend of the family. Her name is Anita and mommy has known her all her life, but I haven't met her yet.
Have a good night!
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