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Thank you so much for the jammie links! I got some wonderful leads. Y'all rock.:) And yes, there will definitely be pictures, once the jammies are acquired and on the child.
Got to see my Charlie last night! Circumstances had been stopping me since *Saturday*, which brought suckitude to an almost unbelievable level.
But she was bright and bonny when we got there. Kids still aren't allowed in the NICU (then they should let Charlie out! ;) due to flu worries, so I went first (Jeff had seen her on Monday. On Saturday, he gets to go first) and he stayed with Sammy in the waiting room down the hall. She did *very* well, with just a little crankiness near the end. I'm sure the backpack full of books and fun helped. *grin*
Charlie had definitely grown. She just looked so *big*. And she was stronger, too. She's been able to push herself away from my shoulder since she was about a week and a half old. Today, she decided to try acrobatics. 'Cause everyone needs a hobby. Luckily, I remember how these things go, and she didn't get away from me once.
Her doctors had taken her off the schedule and are letting her feed on demand, figuring that if she's actually hungry, she may eat more. Boy did *that* work well. When I got there, she'd just finished eating. She took 70ml by mouth at one feeding. This is *BY FAR* the largest amount she's ever eaten. Her nurse was trying to bring up a burp, so I got to do that (and eventually did) I stayed for a couple hours and she didn't spit up, either. This makes us incredibly hopeful.
They'd taken her tube out, and I didn't see the machine that pumps the food into the tube at her station either. I know, they can both come back at any time, but it's the very first time she's tubeless. *Joy*.
She's so *smart*...I know, all parents say that, and hell, they might all be right. I can see this deep inteligence in her eyes. She's wondering about *everything*, looking around all the time and trying to figure stuff out. She's also still very interesting in the acoustic tiles. I'll get her one of her very own when she comes home.;)
She was moody, even after a diaper change and burpage. It was mainly her being very tired but so curious about everything that she didn't want to sleep. She'd do her little kitten cry (sort of a half-cry that means "I think this might suck, but I'm not sure yet") and turn her head like she was hungry. Which, after 70ml in her belly was pretty impossible. So I'd pop the pacifier in, and she'd suck on it like she'd been waiting for *hours*. Then, after a while, she'd spit it out. And sometimes, she got good distance on that thing. It was like she was going for a record. I was impressed...it was something she couldn't do the last time I was there. I'm proud to say that my years of video games have honed my fine motor skills to such a degree that the paci never got away from me. But, I'm sure we'll play this game again (many times, if she still likes the pacifier) and eventually, she'll win.
I sang her very nearly to sleep twice. The first time, a nurse came by at just the wrong second and said something. *le sigh* The second, she was almost there and then went "Oh, no, that's not what I want to do!". But we came damn close. Good to know that both Baby Mine and Me & Bobby McGee still work.
Eventually, I settled her back in the bed and turned on her mobile. She held my left hand and I put my right on her belly, which she seems to like. She was very relaxed. It was wonderful.
I decided to let Jeff have his turn while there was a bit of awake in her, so I kissed her and told her that Daddy would be there in a few moments and that I'd see her on Saturday. Then I left.
They're predicting snow and stuff on Saturday. I don't actually care. I'll be there if I have to walk.
The NICU is kept pretty dim...oh, there's no problem seeing anything, but sometimes making out details can be difficult. While I was cuddling with Charlie, the light at her station fell across her face and I found out that, right now, her eyes are dark blue with a wide green ring. I wish there'd been some way I could have taken a picture. Especially since, as we all know, babies eyes change.
Oh yeah! Remember her broken arm? She doesn't. She's using both arms pretty equally, and with the same dexterity. When she's sleepy, she tends to only use the never-broken one, but I think she'll grow out of that eventually. So much for the specter of nerve transplants.
She's going to be a month old tomorrow. Time is weird, because there's 1)no way it's been that long and 2)no way she hasn't always been a part of my life.
Got to see my Charlie last night! Circumstances had been stopping me since *Saturday*, which brought suckitude to an almost unbelievable level.
But she was bright and bonny when we got there. Kids still aren't allowed in the NICU (then they should let Charlie out! ;) due to flu worries, so I went first (Jeff had seen her on Monday. On Saturday, he gets to go first) and he stayed with Sammy in the waiting room down the hall. She did *very* well, with just a little crankiness near the end. I'm sure the backpack full of books and fun helped. *grin*
Charlie had definitely grown. She just looked so *big*. And she was stronger, too. She's been able to push herself away from my shoulder since she was about a week and a half old. Today, she decided to try acrobatics. 'Cause everyone needs a hobby. Luckily, I remember how these things go, and she didn't get away from me once.
Her doctors had taken her off the schedule and are letting her feed on demand, figuring that if she's actually hungry, she may eat more. Boy did *that* work well. When I got there, she'd just finished eating. She took 70ml by mouth at one feeding. This is *BY FAR* the largest amount she's ever eaten. Her nurse was trying to bring up a burp, so I got to do that (and eventually did) I stayed for a couple hours and she didn't spit up, either. This makes us incredibly hopeful.
They'd taken her tube out, and I didn't see the machine that pumps the food into the tube at her station either. I know, they can both come back at any time, but it's the very first time she's tubeless. *Joy*.
She's so *smart*...I know, all parents say that, and hell, they might all be right. I can see this deep inteligence in her eyes. She's wondering about *everything*, looking around all the time and trying to figure stuff out. She's also still very interesting in the acoustic tiles. I'll get her one of her very own when she comes home.;)
She was moody, even after a diaper change and burpage. It was mainly her being very tired but so curious about everything that she didn't want to sleep. She'd do her little kitten cry (sort of a half-cry that means "I think this might suck, but I'm not sure yet") and turn her head like she was hungry. Which, after 70ml in her belly was pretty impossible. So I'd pop the pacifier in, and she'd suck on it like she'd been waiting for *hours*. Then, after a while, she'd spit it out. And sometimes, she got good distance on that thing. It was like she was going for a record. I was impressed...it was something she couldn't do the last time I was there. I'm proud to say that my years of video games have honed my fine motor skills to such a degree that the paci never got away from me. But, I'm sure we'll play this game again (many times, if she still likes the pacifier) and eventually, she'll win.
I sang her very nearly to sleep twice. The first time, a nurse came by at just the wrong second and said something. *le sigh* The second, she was almost there and then went "Oh, no, that's not what I want to do!". But we came damn close. Good to know that both Baby Mine and Me & Bobby McGee still work.
Eventually, I settled her back in the bed and turned on her mobile. She held my left hand and I put my right on her belly, which she seems to like. She was very relaxed. It was wonderful.
I decided to let Jeff have his turn while there was a bit of awake in her, so I kissed her and told her that Daddy would be there in a few moments and that I'd see her on Saturday. Then I left.
They're predicting snow and stuff on Saturday. I don't actually care. I'll be there if I have to walk.
The NICU is kept pretty dim...oh, there's no problem seeing anything, but sometimes making out details can be difficult. While I was cuddling with Charlie, the light at her station fell across her face and I found out that, right now, her eyes are dark blue with a wide green ring. I wish there'd been some way I could have taken a picture. Especially since, as we all know, babies eyes change.
Oh yeah! Remember her broken arm? She doesn't. She's using both arms pretty equally, and with the same dexterity. When she's sleepy, she tends to only use the never-broken one, but I think she'll grow out of that eventually. So much for the specter of nerve transplants.
She's going to be a month old tomorrow. Time is weird, because there's 1)no way it's been that long and 2)no way she hasn't always been a part of my life.